With Lord Eddard Stark's permission, Tyrion had borrowed a few rare volumes from the Winterfell library and packed them for the ride north. A group of the black brothers were dicing over mulled wine near the fire. Are you hurt? He cut my leg, Bran said, but I couldn't feel it. Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, w
They said the words together, as the last light faded in the west and grey day became black night. Here every castle had its godswood, and every godswood had its heart tree, and every heart tree its face. Ser Jorah broke the dry mud with his knife, pried the chunks from the flesh, peeled off the leaves one by one. By then he'd had a moment to glance over the room and get a better idea of the situation.
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