Your sister would never have shamed me like that. Holdfasts and cities and kingdoms of men allfell before them, as they moved south on pale dead horses, leading hosts of the slain. I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?The horse was well lathered, so Jon took the lead and walked her for a while. He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters said had lasted near three years, but Tyrion's earliest memories were of spring.
That was all I wanted, he said. Melt it down and add it to the others, if you like. Not until he was well beyond the village did Jon slow again. He'd beaten every one of them in the yard.
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