Under the wounded pride, Will could sense something else in the older man. Haider barely got his sword up in time. yswell, soft of speech and gentle of heart; the crannogman, Howland Reed; Lord Dustin on his great red stallion. was alone in the solar when Harwin and Fat Tom marched her in, an oil lamp glowing softly at his elbow.
Bran watched them from the balcony of Maester Luwin's turret, listening to them grunt and strain and curse as they swung their staves and wooden swords. She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. The only one. Yet Robb only said a quiet word, and in a snarl and the blink of an eye Lord Umber was on his back, his sword spinning on the floor three506 GEORGE R.
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