She was almost in tears. He could feel Robert's eyes on his back. He was mounted on a shaggy grey stallion, his shield hung from the horse's side; wood banded with iron, white and grey, and on it the snarling face of a direwolf. I rely on you to make the choice.
In the blink of an eye he was off, racing across the broad, weedchoked field to vanish in the trees. They were a people dark and beautiful, small of stature, no taller than children even when grown to manhood. The birds will do the rest. You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister.
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