How did he come here? Sam asked. Septon Celladar was swinging a censer, filling the air with fragrant incense that reminded Jon of Lady Stark's little sept in Winterfell. White, gold, crimson: the direwolf of Stark, Baratheon's crowned stag, the lion of Lannister. I don't recall.
By then Jon, Jory, and Theon Greyjoy had all dismounted as well. Unlike some princes I might name. I was afraid . Ned took another swallow of milk, trying not to gag on the sweetness of it.
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