Hayley and Jeff were combing the Riverlands for Meg. They came upon an old man and an old woman with a cart.

"Have you seen a girl about my age, with brown hair?" Hayley asked.

"Our daughter had brown hair," the man said, "but the wolves took her off. They made off with our ox, too. Now we've gotta pull this cart ourselves."

"Where are you guys going?" Jeff asked.

"We're goin' to Maidenpool," the woman said.

Hayley said, "Maidenpool was in ruins last time I saw it. The gates were broken and half the town was burned."

"Well, now that the war is over, Lord Stan Smith is helpin' to rebuild it," said the man. Hayley gave a start. "You know him?"

"He's my father," Hayley said.

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Lord Stan Smith was in the Maidenpool fish market, doing justice.

"I never hurt no one, m'lord," the man before him said. "I only took what the septons left when they run off. If you got to take my finger for that, do it."

"It is customary to take a finger from a thief," Stan replied in a hard voice, "but a man who steals from a sept is stealing from the gods." He turned to Roger, who stood beside him. "Seven fingers. Leave his thumbs."

"Okay!" Roger said, lifting an axe. When the guards seized hold of him, the thief tried to fight, but feebly, as if he were already maimed.

When Roger was done, Stan said, "March the rest of them back to the dungeon. I'll deal with them tomorrow."

"My lord," said a familiar voice. Stan turned to see his daughter Hayley standing behind him, along with a boy he'd never seen before. Stan took an instant dislike to him.

"Look who it is," said Roger. "The girl who killed King Renly, and wounded me in my femoral artery!"

"Oh, would you shut up about that already?" said Hayley. "You probably don't even remember which leg I kicked you in!"

"Why have you come here?" Stan asked. Hayley couldn't tell whether he was mad at her or not.

"I didn't kill Renly," she said.

Stan weighed the words. "No," he said at last. "You only let him die."

"What are you gonna do?" Hayley asked. "Are you gonna kill me? Are you gonna let Roger chop off my fingers?"

"What, for Renly? What does it matter?" said Stan. "We've changed kings since then, some of us more than once."

"Yeah, I heard how you went from supporting Renly, to Stannis, to Joffrey," said Hayley. "Too bad Chris Griffin and Balon Greyjoy are already dead. You could have been the first lord to swear allegiance to all five kings."

"Always the smart aleck, aren't you?" said Stan. "You shouldn't be galivanting around the countryside like this, dressed in a man's armor. You never should have left my hall. This is a war, not a harvest ball. I ought to ship you back home."

"Do that and answer to the throne." Hayley's voice sounded high and girlish, when she wanted it to sound fearless. "Jeff, show him the parchment."

Jeff took a letter out of Hayley's bag and handed it to Stan. Jaime had written it when he sent them to look for Meg, and forged the royal seal.

"It says you're on the king's business," Stan read. "What sort of business?"

"I'm looking for a girl," said Hayley. "Meg Griffin."

Stan snorted. "If Peter Griffin's daughter were here, I'd know it. She's run back north, I'll wager. Hoping to find refuge with one of her father's bannermen. She had best hope she chooses the right one. Who's this with you?"

"My name's Jeff Fisher," said Jeff. "I'm a squire!"

"I don't like him," said Stan. "He looks like a stoner."

"So, are you gonna try to stop us from completing our quest?" Hayley challenged.

"No," Stan said reluctantly. "If you're acting on the king's orders, I guess I can't stand in your way. But I'm not sending you on your way with only this loser hippie to protect you. I want you to take Roger with you!"

Roger and Hayley both groaned. But there was nothing they could do. Lord Smith had spoken.

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A little while later, Hayley, Roger and Jeff came upon Moe's Tavern. They decided to stop and have a bite to eat.

"I'll have a vodka martini," Roger told Moe.

"Sorry," said Moe. "We don't serve fancy pants liquors like that here. If ya want a drink, you can have Duff or pickle juice. Or if ya bring me a dead duck, I might cook it for ya."

Jeff nudged Hayley. "Look!"

He was pointing at a table at the far end of the room, where two rats were sitting with a girl wearing a pink hat that looked like a condom. But she had her back to Hayley and Jeff, so they couldn't see her face.

"Is that her?" Hayley asked.

Jeff squinted. "I don't know. It looks like her hat."

Before either of them could move, the girl and the two rats got up from their table to leave. Hayley jumped to her feet, but they were outside before she could reach them.

By the time Hayley got to the exit, she couldn't see them anywhere. Jeff and Roger joined her at the door.

"Where did she go?" asked Jeff

"I don't know," said Hayley.

From the bar inside, Moe yelled, "Hey, you're lettin' all the bugs inside! Either get out or stay in!"