The chariots,the horsemen, all those fools on foot . A few more days, and Robb will be off to battle,and me to a comfortable captivity at Seagard. Knighted in his 15thyear by Ser Arthur Dayne of theKingsguard, for valor in the field. Sister, why has Father brought us here? Us? This is your place, Brother.
My pardons, milord. I have noright to be alive when so many brave men are dead. I'm frightened. The smallfolk need grainand seed, and we need blades and horses.
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