One of your sons, Tyrion thought. He struck her again. This is the third horse we have lost- We will lose more than horses if we're overtaken by the Lannisters, she reminded them. Maester Luwin is doing all that can be done for Bran, she told him.
He saw her hands then, the awkward way she held them, the raw red scars, the stiffness of the last two fingers on her left. MARTINBran pulled himself up, climbed over the gargoyle, crawled out onto the roof. Double portions, we've had a long hard ride. Best go the rest of the way on foot, m'lord.
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