That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Ser Barristan had been standing at the foot of the Iron Throne, as still as any statue, but now he went to one knee and bowed his head. MARTINsteward. I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell, and you better let go of my horse, or I'll see you all dead.
The Hand of the King has great power, my lord. Sansa, I'm not sending you away for fighting, though the gods know I'm sick of you two squabbling. One of them finally stepped into the circle, grabbed a dancer by the arm, pushed her down to the ground, and mounted her right there, as a stallion mounts a mare. Jon must go, she said now.
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