it was the burned face of Sandor Clegane looking down at her, his mouth twisted in a terrible mockery of a smile. The wolf is her little pet, that's all. She hadn't gone hungry much since she learned to knock down birds with her stick sword, but she feared so much pigeon was making her sick. He set out into the dead lands with a sword, a horse, a dog, and a dozen companions.
Proud lords whose houses went back thousands of years made way reluctantly for the balding, frog-faced commoner as he marched past. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. Father closed the door. Jon knelt, and Sam knelt beside him.
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