They were talking about Father, Bran realized. Masha Heddle was bowing and smiling her hideous red smile. Many of their sons had clamored for the honor of riding with the Young Wolf, as they had taken to calling him. Mothers stumbled along with blank, dead faces, pulling sobbing children by the hand.
Begging your grace, m'lady, you saying he was out to kill your boy? Greyjoy was doubtful. In the Eyrie she feels safe. I know you will forgive me, my lords. I piss on Dothraki omens.
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