In the dawn light, the army of Lord Tywin Lannister unfolded like an iron rose, thorns gleaming. Robert Baratheon had looked old and fat when he visited Winterfell, yet he'd seemed hale enough, and there'd been no talk of illness. It had taken her a fortnight to marshal her courage, but finally, in bed one night, Catelyn had asked her husband the truth of it, asked him to his face. The camp between the rivers was overrun as well, the messenger was saying.
Show the Hand that helmet you made, lad. I beg you allow me to accompany you to the Eyrie, to see the end of the tale as I saw its beginnings. And I won't even tell the Lady Catelyn. Ned could see Arya tense in Jory's arms.
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