He wiped blood and dirt from his mouth with the back of his hand. This one here. She was being carried. The fires of Castle Black were hidden behind a hill, but the Wall was there, pale beneath the moon, vast and cold, running from horizon to horizon.
Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik's little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jeyne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear. Robb looked away into the woods, with the same brooding look that Ned often got. He smelled like grass and warm earth, like smoke and semen and horses. You leave him alone! Sansa screamed at her sister.
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