The Stark words had never sounded so grim or ominous to Jon as they did now. Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment. Above Snow, the wind was a living thing, howling around them like a wolf in the waste, then falling off to nothing as if to lure them into complacency. Dying horses and wounded men lay all around, screaming or moaning.
Irri, have the tub brought at once. Jaime pushed his wet hair back with his fingers and wheeled his horse around. Now dry your eyes. The Usurper wanted his head, Illyrio told them.
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