They pay more mind to horses than to smallfolk. ith a great curved arakh and bells in his braid,and behind him three Volantene sellswords covered with fierce tattoos. To his left, the catapult made a thunk and filled the air with spinningstones. Not so hard, wench, he called.
Reluctantly, heturned away from Summer and urged Hodor on, into the village. The third landing, one two three. And you, Tarly. Only when the last of them was done did he turn backto Catelyn.
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