Under a blue lambsvvool cloak. The mailed fist, the moose, the white sun, the double-bladed axe, all those were northern sigils. Jaime beckoned to Beardless Jon Bettley. Tou are in my way.
The Blue Bard's eyes were the same color as Robert's. No, Sansa said. The last time he had been here. The senants here were few and old and kept their voices down so as not to excite the young lord.
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