Orit may be that Roslin is the old man's favorite. Arya twisted and turned, trying to look everywhere at once, hoping for aglimpse of a direwolf badge, for a tent done up in grey and white, for a faceshe knew from Winterfell. As Ser Addammarched him through the towering bronze doors and down the long carpet, hefelt the eyes upon him. A lord's son, the maester's steward, and Sam the Slayer, Pyp mused.
On my sword, on my honor, on myfather's name, I swear . King Stannis knows as well, I'llwager. Outsidethe day was grey and rainy, but the prospect was still more cheerful than his. It was my doing, I wouldhave to answer.
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