Catelyn sighed. Beyond the castle lay the market square, its wooden stalls deserted now. They were not welcome visitors. His bloodriders cut the bells from their hair, and now Khal Drogo's every step rings louder than before.
She stuck him with the pointy end, driving the blade upward with a wild, hysterical strength. This one was dead of fear. yet that night he turned away and went instead to the end of the bench, where Samwell Tarly sat alone, as far from the others as he could get. The splendor of it all took Sansa's breath away; the shining armor, the great chargers caparisoned in silver and gold, the shouts of the crowd, the banners snapping in the wind .
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