Arya was still going on, brushing out Nymeria's tangles and chattering about things she'd seen on the trek south. The queen raised her voice. The shock was plain on their faces. Just where do you think you are going, Arya? the septa demanded.
Ser Rodrik should teach me to use a poleaxe. The bloodriders of the three khals sat below them, and farther down Khal Jommo's four wives. Bran wrapped his arms around him. And now I demand a champion, such as you have chosen for yourself.
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