Bran's wolf had saved the boy's life, he thought dully. Don't be afraid, Mother. At the heart of the godswood, the great white weirwood brooded over its reflection in the black pool, its leaves rustling in a chill wind. Khal Drogo stared at her tears, his face strangely empty of expression.
You were not there, Ned said, bitterness in his voice. A serving man with a goose under his arm bent his knee when he caught sight of them. I will kill the men in the iron suits and tear down their stone houses. My lord, the child has lost the use of his legs.
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