He told them all of it, even the part where he'd set Ghost at Rast's throat. She could feel the tension in his fingers. The clansmen climbed onto their scrawny mountain horses, shouting curses and rude jokes. Just where do you think you are going, Arya? the septa demanded.
Arya child, he called out, never looking at her, be gone now. Taste it, my lord, and tell me it isn't the finest, richest wine that's ever touched your tongue. Over them both loomed a giant in armor made of stone, but when he opened his visor, there was nothing inside but darkness and thick black blood. For the love you say you bear me, help him now.
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