He was almost a man grown now, too old to cry. His uncle was sharp-featured and gaunt as a mountain crag, but there was always a hint of laughter in his blue-grey eyes. If I had the sense the gods gave a fish, I'd help the Lannisters boil you all. Afterward he knelt by the stream and washed the blood off his face in water cold as ice.
He's your father's bannerman, isn't that so? The Late Lord Frey, Catelyn thought. You are foolish strawhead slave, Irri said. MARTIN Gods be true, Arya, sometimes you act like such a child, Sansa said. Winterfell it is, then, he said instead.
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