They must have been fools, to come so close to Winterfell. As the smoke ascended, the chanting died away and the ancient crone closed her single eye, the better to peer into the future. Her bedchamber was the only place that Arya liked in all of King's Landing, and the thing she liked best about it was the door, a massive slab of dark oak with black iron bands. I shall visit again on the morrow.
The sharp voice of Tyrion Lannister broke in. In those days, there were no castles or holdfasts, no cities, not so much as a market town to be found between here and the sea of Dorne. Mormont shoved the scabbard across the rough oak planks. He growled.
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