I'm Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard, of Winterfell. He glanced over at Dany, and she lowered her eyes. Catelyn Stark was trapped against the stone face of the mountain with three men around her, one still mounted and the other two on foot. This summer had lasted ten years.
Beside Ser Rodrik, only Bronn, Ser Willis Wode, and Marillion the singer remained of the party that had ridden with her from the inn by the crossroads. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had . It is not my intent to linger here long. Especially not a commander like this one.
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