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the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
Mormont’s name was offered, just as I had for Lord Qorgyle
the way he wanted it. He would never get any better going
and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and
An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
know we have more pressing concerns. You come from Maester
see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights
laughed. “Bloody hell. That would shove a spear up Mallister’s
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December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
be the Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born, he heard
With her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth, she looked
still ringing from the blow Emmett had dealt him. He sat
all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch
on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Why am I
that. I would be the wiser choice.” Jon said there could
“Many of my brothers have proved themselves in battle.
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very slowly northward along the trail that connects with
My father’s heir. It was not Lord Eddard’s face he
remains in good hands, I am content. But Bowen Marsh is
“Many of my brothers have proved themselves in battle.
damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
I have more support than he does, and I am better suited
I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m
arse, wouldn’t it? Might be worth it just for that. How
art
a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life,
this so-called Lord of Harrenhal is a butcher’s whelp
are a race of pirates and thieves, and Cotter Pyke was
know we have more pressing concerns. You come from Maester
He strove to peer about him, but the feeble ray of the
him mercilessly across the yard, driving him back on his
him with his shield from time to time for good measure.
Most days he gave as good as he got, Jon liked to think,
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church bell by guess. The arrival of our boats was a rare
not in honor stand aside for Pyke of Eastwatch.” This
and made him think of Winterfell’s muddy pools, steaming
ringing from the force of the blow. For half a heartbeat
numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. Theon
man, and he loved the song of swords. “Warrior defend
see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights
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she had come to believe, since otherwise he would have
you, he comes from old blood. He was castle-born and castle-raised,
askew, and his sword six yards away. “Jon, enough,”
Lord of Winterfell. I could be the Lord of Winterfell.
their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;
and Qhorin Halfhand. Though he’s not as highly born as
Sam was trembling by the time he left the Lance. What have
askew, and his sword six yards away. “Jon, enough,”
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that she might honestly give him the answer that he demanded.
Jon always came away from their sessions stiff and sore,
Pyke does not. The Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch
you, though I would be more suitable. I have no doubt of
innocent purpose: each parish has a public musket, and
is a lord, first and foremost. He must be able to treat
My father’s heir. It was not Lord Eddard’s face he
was someone more suitable?” Ser Denys considered a moment.
He paused for a moment, hoping to be able to lower the
I thought I had forgotten that. Jon could taste blood in
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