They swept over holdfasts and cities and kingdoms, felled heroes and armies by the score, riding their pale dead horses and leading hosts of the slain. It wouldn't matter at all. When the coals were afire, Dany sent Ser Jorah from her. And the grumkins and the snarks, Tyrion said.
A serving man with a goose under his arm bent his knee when he caught sight of them. North, where the valley narrowed and bent like a cocked elbow, Lord Karstark's warhorns added their own deep, mournful voices to the dark chorus. His swords are yours as well, less four hundred he means to keep back to hold the Twins. A direwolf will rip a man's arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat.
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