Beric Dondarrion, some young lordling with delusions of valor. nd could not see the tears that wet her face, and she could use her pillow to muffle her cries of pain. Three quick steps brought him to the door. Even his uncle had abandoned him in this cold place at the end of the world.
Bran scratched him behind the ears, then turned away, jumped, grabbed a low branch, and pulled himself up. The window was open and it was cold in the room, but the warmth that came off the wolf enfolded him like a hot bath. Doubtless you've heard me play somewhere? His manner made Catelyn smile. A good vintage.
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