[She hears them, the approach of a rider and the baying of a hound. Margaery hurries in that direction, the tall grasses whipping at her skirts. It's only now that she dares to look back for any pursuing shadows, sees one just emerging from the shadow of a willow several yards away.]
Lawkamercyme!
[It's a strange magic word, but most probably are. What's important is that it makes the thing shrink back. Margaery shouts it again, her hawk shrieking as if to be her chorus. She's even more breathless by the time she reaches Gendry.]
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Lawkamercyme!
[It's a strange magic word, but most probably are. What's important is that it makes the thing shrink back. Margaery shouts it again, her hawk shrieking as if to be her chorus. She's even more breathless by the time she reaches Gendry.]
There! Do you see it!