Who are you? he asked quietly, almost in dread. Wait here, Dany told Ser Jorah. Are you hurt? he asked, but she was staring at Arya, and she did not seem to hear. Bran held the arrowhead up close.
He saw the bones of a thousand other dreamers impaled upon their points. Stone, Mya announced cheerily, dismounting. Catelyn pulled the furs to her chin and watched him. Gods be damned, look at them all, Tyrion thought, though he knew his father had more men on the field.
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