Joffrey, she sobbed. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago. Animals seem to like him. When she saw the guardsmen on the third pier, in grey woolen cloaks trimmed with white satin, her heart almost stopped in her chest.
He galloped off. Four thousand men, Robb repeated, more perplexed than angry. Ser Raymun Darry took up the tale. The Snow boy was well enough when I left the Wall.
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