She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart. A wooden box, you say? Catelyn said. She masked her fears behind a face kept still and stern, yet they were there all the same, growing with every league they crossed. No one had told him the Night's Watch would be like this; no one except Tyrion Lannister.
Their names were like music to him. that was not kingly. Ice, that sword was called. The crack of a broken lance, the clash of swords, the cries of Lannister and Winterfell and Tull
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