She will do as you command. Littlefinger groaned in dismay. No, he kept saying. The horses had been fed and a fire had been laid.
It's too heavy, Arya said. You were born in the long summer, sweet one, you've never known anything else, but now the winter is truly coming. That was how it was done among the Dothraki. His squire, a boy with the unfortunate name of Podrick Payne, swallowed whatever he had been about to say.
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