Looked like him?
"You must be mistaken, Olenna. No one can possibly look like me."
She shook her head and pressed a hand to her heaving bosom to anchor herself.
"I couldn't believe my eyes myself. But my sight is still as sharp as it was when I was but twenty years and I know what I saw."
Yeren looked at Maurius, then at Benet before folding his arms across his chest.
"Describe him."
Her eyes went blank as if she were reliving the horror of Arian's death.
"When he turned to look at me, I was going to scream, 'Your Grace!', but on closer inspection I discovered that he grew a beard and had much shorter hair…and he wore very rough clothes. But…" She met his gaze. "He had your eyes, your face, your height, the same impish grin, the same smile even though he had a beard… I didn't know what to make of it - I was scared out of my wits. But he did look more muscular than you do, Your Grace."
He remained speechless.
What did she want him to say?
