Riders would be after them within the day, birds would take wing, and surely one of the river lords would want to curry favor with his father enough to take a hand. He lingered on high to watch the sun go down, turning the western sky the color of blood. You chopped off my father's head! He was a traitor. The choice, my dear lord Hand, is entirely yours.
Do you recall your history, Bran? the maester said as they walked. Whoever Jon's mother had been, Ned must have loved her fiercely, for nothing Catelyn said would persuade him to send the boy away. I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine, Ned said, but that was not one of them. The servants began bringing out platters of ribs, roasted in a crust of garlic and herbs.
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