We are not the boys we were. Magister Illyrio says they are sewing dragon banners and praying for Viserys to return from across the narrow sea to free them. He straightened, and entered the room. Catelyn nodded, thoughtful.
A couple are sitting up against the rock. Above his right shoulder the stained leather hilt of the blade strapped to his back was visible; a two-handed greatsword, too long to be worn at his side. Your older girl is still betrothed to Joffrey. He felt safe in their sight, and the deep silence of the trees helped him think.
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