If the khal died at the hands of some enemy, they lived only long enough to avenge him, and then followed him joyfully into the grave. First, though, I have some promises of my own to keep, he said as he sliced off a wedge. In the drunken shifting torchlight, they saw Luwin struggling with the direwolf, beating at his muzzle with one hand while the jaws closed on the other. That would boil them, to be sure.
She was seated between Septa Mordane and Jeyne Poole, as far from Arya as she could get without drawing a reproach from Father. Grenn lost his footing and sat down hard in the snow. The rest of his household was coming through the gate behind him. Dangling from one meaty hand was a leather strap, wide and thick, doubled over in his fist.
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