The Others are only a story, a tale to make children shiver. Would that I could, Ned said grimly. The sellsword seemed to be getting stronger. Save your pity for yourself, Lord Stark.
Dany touched the soft swell of her belly. The queen regarded him coolly. His hands were black like Jafer's. By the time he caught Robb on the edge of the wolfswood, two miles beyond the winter town, they had left the others well behind.
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