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They made landfall at the headwaters of a river somewhere to the east of Crow’s Nest, deep inside the Rainwood. It had been four days of rowing, freedom bought by the near-total destruction of their fleet. By morning they were out of sight of Storm’s End, the coast ever to the boat’s right side. The escapees were overjoyed to find the mouth of the river, though it meant harder rowing-- now they fought a current. Late on the fourth day they began to regularly scrape the bottom of the old boat on the silt, and Ser Robin declared that they had nearly reached the end of the river.
He and Ser Ronnel pulled the boat ashore, up into the wood line, and lashed it to a tree before covering it up with branches. “Go on and find out if there’s anyone nearby, would you?” Ser Robin asked.
Ronnel nodded. “I’ll be back by sundown.”
Ser Robin returned to the remaining five people-- Ser Barristan Dondarrion and his maester, Ser Jaime Mertyns, Ser Allard Peasbury, and Princess Casella Baratheon. “We can spend the night on the riverbanks, up in the woods-- I’ve sent Ser Ronnel to see if there is any danger nearby. We are all tired and hungry, let us rest for now.”
They left the river and traveled up into the trees, seeking shelter such as it might exist in nature. Deep in the woods they happened upon a clearing, at the edge of which was a fat fallen tree. There could be no fire-- not while they knew so little of their surroundings-- but they could scavenge for fruits of the forest.
A long few hours passed while a makeshift shelter went up-- long branches stripped of their offshoots lay against the ancient fallen tree, and they were themselves secured together by saplings. Atop that went a layer of leaves and fresh-cut branches. There was room for perhaps two people to sit side-by-side, or possibly lay next to each other, at least if one squeezed partially under the old trunk.
Naturally they offered the shelter to their royal charge, Princess Casella, while the knights around her stood watch or foraged. They were long, quiet hours awaiting Ser Ronnel’s return.
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