In his eyes, yes, she said. Dany pitied them; she remembered what terror felt like. Yet still the Stark woman drove them forward relentlessly. Four thousand men, Robb repeated, more perplexed than angry.
Stout, grey-haired Maege Mormont, dressed in mail like a man, told Robb bluntly that he was young enough to be her grandson, and had no business giving her commands . Yes it is! Prince Joffrey insisted. No, he told himself. A dozen bloodflies had settled on his body, though he did not seem to feel them.
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