The crowned skull of House Manwoody, bone and gold on black. That night, surprisingly, Tyrion Larmister slept long and deep. The Magnar sent a dozen men riding west and a dozen more east, to climb thehighest hills they could find and watch for any sign of rangers in the wood orriders on the high ice. The castle was all that mattered.
He choked on the pie. Some little lordling lived there once, with hisfamily and a few sworn men. Splendid, thoughtJaime, no sooner do I climb down off my horse than we have a bloodbath in theyard. Ser WendelManderly was lustily attacking a leg of lamb.
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