Ser Vardis held out a gauntleted hand, and his squire placed a handsome double-edged longsword in his grasp. Do you know this song? he asked. He was of the north, and shared the Stark views on tournaments. Everyone knew that dreams were prophetic.
It was not as good as riding Dancer, but there were places Dancer could not go, and this did not shame Bran the way it did when Hodor carried him in his arms like a baby. I shall do as you ask . The fire he'd started had not, in truth, burned down that formidable stone tower, but it had done a fair job of gutting the interior of the top two floors, where the Old Bear had his chambers. If there are gods, Varys said, I expect they will.
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