There, he announced. I've had the cold in me too, lordling. You took a vow, before your brothers, before the old gods and the new. Jory pulled her off her sister, kicking.
Mord, if you would be so good, fetch my cloak. Even across the room, where Catelyn sat, the wink of gold was unmistakable. What's wrong with you, are you mute? Arya's voice caught in her throat. I begged Lord Arryn to use a taster, in this very room I begged him, but he would not hear of it.
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