I might have expected that, Catelyn said. Wrapped in his furs and leathers, mounted on his great warhorse, his lord father loomed over him like a giant. Maybe one of the other Brandons had liked that story. Arya glanced up, listening, wondering what the ringing meant this time.
Each time the turnkey brought him water, he told himself another day had passed. It was left to Bran to fill his place at the head of the table, and act the host to Lord Karstark's sons and honored friends. That's not my favorite, he said. Can't leave a man to hunt in peace.
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