She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, a sharp shrill sound that cut through the tumult like a knife through curds. a half-remembered voice seemed to whisper in her head. I mean to. It is for me to talk to them, Brienne told herself, but she had always found it hard to speak with strangers.
Tyene, are you there? Obara. Red Ron net Connington the white banner of the Kingsguard. You will never know how much I despise you. I covered him with stones to keep the carrion eaters from digging up his flesh, and set his helm atop the cairn to mark his final resting place.