The wretched singer had come along with them. Ned stood, gently disengaging himself from Sansa's grasp. Tyrion grinned crookedly. Frowning, Mormont took his last egg and squeezed it in his fist until the shell crunched.
He stood staring outA GAME OF THRONES 53in the darkness, watching the moon and the stars perhaps, or perhaps the sentries on the wall. They stood at the western end of the valley, where the high road crested the last pass and began its winding descent to the bottomlands two miles below. MARTINhe said in a quiet voice. The Mormonts have carried it for five centuries.
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