We have a septon at the gate who tends to our wounded. I want none of it. This other fellow, well, his sort are all cowards at heart. The servants began bringing out platters of ribs, roasted in a crust of garlic and herbs.
Then my uncle Jaime killed old Aerys, and my father was king. Lyanna had only been sixteen, a child-woman of surpassing loveliness. I will bring the City Watch, he promised Ned. The rest fled to their own strongholds.
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