The morning was overcast and grim. I don't want to marry you, Sansa wailed. Your uncle waits in the Vale, does he not? Jon named him Knight of the Gate, I'd heard. d no matter how much soil was hauled up from the Vale, they could not get a weirwood to take root here.
He studied the frightened faces of the villagers. It was a ponderous tome by Grand Maester Malleon on the lineages of the great houses. On the morrow they left for the south. She hadn't, not at first glance, but when she looked again she found him to the back, under the shade of the high stone wall.
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