There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince's head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa's horrified eyes. 596 GEORGE R. His long heavy braid was coiled in the dirt beside him. Gold, he repeated, scrambling backward like a crab, ,'more gold than you'll see here in a lifetime.
You should have sent word as soon as you knew. I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell, and if you lay a hand on me my lord father will have both your heads on spikes. You swore an oath to my father, Catelyn reminded him. The mother will want to have it.
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