I was starting to think we would never reach Winterfell, Robert complained as they descended. Catelyn Stark stared at Tyrion with a coldness on her face such as he had never seen. He swung down from his garron, handing his reins to Jon. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out.
He stopped, frowning, embarrassed. He ran it lightly up the greatsword as he spoke, polishing the metal to a dark glow. I'm a better swordsman and a better rider than any of you, Jon blazed back. My thanks, Ned said as he ripped off his riding gloves and tucked them into his belt.
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