No, she said. He wondered what was keeping Theon and Maester Luwin and Joseth and the rest. His round face quivered as he forced a smile. Sam's nervous, high-pitched voice was the last he would have expected to hear.
Dareon, I am told that you sang at many a high lord's table and shared their meat and mead. Why? Sam asked. The old woman cursed them, but they kept right on going. And if his champion should prevail here- Small chance of that, my lady, Lord Hunter assured her, patting her shoulder with a liver-spotted hand.