If we're not back before first light, the Old Bear will have all our heads. Otherwise I'm certain he would have sent Ser Loras. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. He took out the dagger and studied it.
It had no need of stables nor smithys nor kennels, but Ned said its granary was as large as Winterfell's, and its towers could house five hundred men. I seem to recall saying find me a whore, not make me an enemy. Are you training women here? the burned man wanted to know. I suppose we ought to be grateful that he has not yet married a whore.
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