The boy is crude as new steel, and like new steel would profit from some beating. He dared not go back to sleep. Faint light shone down through hidden windows above. MARTINlife of the castle went on below.
His leg was throbbing, and he was in no mood for word games. Robb would someday inherit Winterfell, would command great armies as the Warden of the North. Lord Stark, Jon said. He has a large heart, our Robert, Jaime said with a lazy smile.
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