Twilight deepened. The hall was crowded and noisy when they entered, the cushions packed with those whose rank and name were not sufficient to allow them at the ceremony. He was different, so they drove him out. There is a spell.
Grey Wind followed, loping beside the warhorse, lean and swift. Sweet child. You and your children, all three, and not to Casterly Rock. Bronn blew gently on the fire, and the flames leapt up higher.
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