The squire, he said. Men would whisper afterward that Eddard Stark had betrayed his king's friendship and disinherited his sons; he could And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. It was because of what had happened in the wolfswood, he knew.
As we sin, so do we suffer, he intoned, in a deep swelling voice much louder than Father's. We must get across this accursed river if we're to have any hope of relieving them in time. Yield, he repeated. Ned Stark laid his head back against the damp stone wall and closed his eyes.
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