Jon looked down on the scene with a frown. My thanks to all of you, the fat boy said gravely. The Targaryen fleet was smashed while it lay at anchor, and huge stone blocks were ripped from the parapets and sent hurtling into the wild waters of the narrow sea. She glanced behind her at the heart tree, the pale bark and red eyes, watching, listening, thinking its long slow thoughts.
Two servants went ahead to light their way, carrying ornate oil lanterns with panes of pale blue glass, while a dozen strong men hoisted the poles to their shoulders. I hate Sansa too. The winner will want no more rivals. Catelyn climbed stiffly from the shadows and looked at the path ahead; twenty feet long and close to three feet wide, but with a precipitous drop to either side.
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