“Well, you can’t get them out, no more’n you could save Lommy.” Gendry turned the breastplate with the tongs to look at it closely. “And if we did escape, where would we go?”
“Winterfell,” she said at once. I’d tell Mother how you helped me, and you could stay-
Would m’lady permit? Could I shoe your horses for you, and make swords for you lordly brothers?
Sometimes he made her so angry. “You stop that!”
“Why should I wager my feet for the chance to sweat in Winterfell in place of Harrenhal? You know old Bed Backthumb? he came here as a boy. Smithed for Lady Whent and her father before her and his father before him, and even for Lord Lothston who held harrenhall before the Whents. Now he smiths for Lord Tywin, and you kwo what he says? A sword’s a sword, a helm’s a helm, and if you reach in the fire you get burned no matter who you’re serving. Lucan’s a fare enough master. I’ll stay here.”"