Ser Vardis is a doughty fighter. You rode him down, Ned said. , feeling the weight of it, remembering the first time she had touched it, the night of their wedding ride. He was there.
Wispy strands of white hair fringed the broad bald dome of his forehead above a kindly face. Behold the king's justice, Lysa Arryn said. The end of the long summer was near at hand. Let him go, Robert said, and as quickly as that, it was over.
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