Arya got goosebumps when Lord Beric said her father's name, but this Ned wasonly a boy, a fair-haired squire no more than ten or twelve. Sam pulled off a glove. She would havelooked for the direwolf of Stark, or maybe the Cerwyn battleaxe or the Gloverfist. Call us that name again, dog, and you'llswallow that tongue.
I am almost there, Arya thought. The Old Bearmight at least have listened, though he would have balked at the notion ofletting thirty or forty thousand wildlings loose on the Seven Kingdoms. Merrett frowned. There were times when a piss felt near as good as a woman, and this was one.
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