maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came. He was not about to hand them over. I said leave, Robert insisted with a hint of his old fierceness. The steps were cracked and broken from centuries of freeze and thaw and the tread of countless mules, and even in the dark the heights put her heart in her throat.
Perhaps he is lying. Cersei Lannister and her son stood beside him. He was mounted on a shaggy grey stallion, his shield hung from the horse's side; wood banded with iron, white and grey, and on it the snarling face of a direwolf. His helmet dropped with a clang.
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