This Mycah was the worst; a butcher's boy, thirteen and wild, he slept in the meat wagon and smelled of the slaughtering block. It all happened so fast. Needle went through his leather jerkin and the white flesh of his belly and came out between his shoulder blades. You know how much I love my family.
He turned. Robb looked away into the woods, with the same brooding look that Ned often got. The Dothraki did not truly comprehend this business of buying and selling. He did not hate her, Sansa realized; neither did he love her.
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