So young, Catelyn thought, trying to remember if she had ever been like that. He drew his sword and waved it in the air. And later these two brothers came before him, freeriders from the Dornish Marches, and pledged their swords to the service of the king. You heard me, my lord.
They said the words together, as the last light faded in the west and grey day became black night. She kept her eyes lowered, watching where she placed her feet. There is no place for him in a khalasar. Behind one stall an armorer displayed steel breastplates worked with gold and silver in ornate patterns, and helms hammered in the shapes of fanciful beasts.
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