Arya was out of breath and quite thoroughly lost. They look at you and see a castle-bred bastard who thinks he's a lordling. Ser Jorah parried as best he could, but the slashes came so fast that it seemed to Dany that Qotho had four arakhs and as many arms. Khaleesi, he said, I am yours to command.
I hate them, Arya confided, red-faced, sniffling. She's not a dog, she's a direwolf, Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. Now he was not so certain. Bran had never seen as many strangers in all his years, not even when King Robert had come to visit Father.
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