The night air was as cold as the grave on her bare skin as she padded across the room. The castle is always empty. What did he do to make you hate him so? Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. It was heavier than it looked, much heavier than Needle.
Mallister freeriders had caught him red-handed in the Mallisters' own woods, skinning one of the Mallisters' own bucks, and it had been a choice of putting on the black or losing a hand. Heward was hacking at the hands that had seized his bridle when a spear caught him in the belly. Two of our brothers butchered almost within sight of the Wall, yet your rangers heard nothing, saw nothing. I saw him last night.
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