Near forty men took part, freeriders and hedge knights and new-made squires in search of a reputation. Robert loves the man like a brother. Catelyn held her brother; she dare not kill him or the Imp's life would be forfeit as well. Not if you scrubbed all day and all night.
Her uncle sent a standard-bearer ahead of them, a double banner flying from his staff; the moon-and-falcon of House Arryn on high, and below it his own black fish. I do not think Bran fell from that tower, she said into the stillness. It was bitter cold outside. It was your doing, yours, a voice whispered inside her.
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