Arya leapt, caught the sill, pulled herself up. He was younger than she'd thought, no more than thirty. Perhaps the old gods will. He turned the corpse over with his foot, and the dead white face stared up at the overcast sky with blue, blue eyes.
Doubtless they thought his brother's war was none of his concern. Robb looked at her as if she'd gone mad. And she smiled, and went to sleep dreaming of home. Ned broke his fast with his daughters and Septa Mordane.
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