I shall leave you to talk, her brother said, kissing their lord father gently on the brow before he withdrew. Ned Stark grimaced. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. The only sounds were the steady clop of their horses' hooves, the rhythmic tingle of the bells in Drogo's hair, and the distant voices behind them.
Why would you forsake the gods of your father and your House? wondered Ser Jaremy Rykker. Four someones, if truth be told. He lifted an eyebrow. Only she had never let herself say the words, even in a whisper, but now she said them for Jorah Mormont and all the world to hear.
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