Reflecting a minute or two, during which interval the carriage rolled on, he crossed the road, and took a short cut through the furze and heath to a point where the turnpike road bent round in ascending a hill.
After the warmth of the king's solar, the turnpike stair felt bone-chillingly cold. " Wind's rising, m'lady, " the serjeant warned Melisandre as he handed Jon back his weapons. " You might want a warmer cloak" .