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Keep quiet, all of you, Haider said. Will could feel it. She pressed her lips together and hardened her heart and rode on toward the gate. The maester listened politely.

The guards exchanged a glance. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest. Arya saw the matted greasy hair, the patched, dusty black cloak that covered his twisted shoulders, the hard black eyes squinting at her. And the river lords were rising too, Blackwood and Bracken and Mallister, houses who had never been ruled from Winterfe