One stallion reared, screaming, his rider cursing and hanging on desperately. They had moved her father's bed out onto the balcony. The memory came creeping upon him in the darkness, as vivid as a dream. His friends rallied to him.
Almost hot. Anxious to see, Sansa let Lady clear a path through the crowd. He drew his sword. You are a sour man, Stark.
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