A few feet away, Summer darted in and snapped at Hali. Jon remembered Othor; he had been the one bellowing the bawdy song as the rangers rode out. MARTINover his prize and opened his mouth, baring his fangs. The ground was rocky and uneven; the flickering light made it seem to shift and move beneath her.
His horse was nervous, rolling her eyes, backing away from the dead men as far as her lead would allow. Lord Rickard Stark, Ned's father, had a long, stern face. Ser Waymar's mouth became a hard line. No, she said, rising.
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