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Finger bones crunched. Behold the king's justice, Lysa Arryn said. His brother might have given the command to Hal Mollen or Theon Greyjoy, or to one of his lords bannermen. When he had told Lefford he needed arms and armor to equip the three hundred men Ulf had fetched down out of

Help me, she whispered, struggling to rise. Is that a wolf? A direwolf, Jon said. Aye, said Lord Bracken. His guard was sprawled bonelessly across the narrow steps, looking up at him.