Until this morning, no living man had ever seen a direwolf either, Catelyn reminded him. Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night. They say she is accursed. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did not even waste a look.
She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian Ten thousand, that would be enough, I could sweep the Seven Kingdoms with ten thousand Dothraki screamers. His hand ached, and the taste of anger was in his mouth, though he could not have said who he was angry with or why. What had Jon Arryn wanted with a king's bastard, and why was it worth his life?CATELYNMy lady, you ought cover your head, Ser Rodrik told her as their horses plodded north.
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