You are his sworn sword. You hear me? A low thrum came from the woods behind them. You must make them understand. Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly.
Varys smiled apologetically. You knelt as boys, Bowen Marsh intoned solemnly. He went to her, his boots ringing on the stone floor. Arya whirled.
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