"The Lady Brienne had a squire like that. Not pouring wine, that is. He mumbled and watched the ground." He placed his right hand over his bare left arm and squeezed his flesh. It was a strange motion to make, but it brought to mind how the poor boy must have been strangled at the end. He felt hollow inside. Guilty for a crime he knew he was not wholly accountable for.

"But he's dead now."