And Father had gone south, with Arya and Sansa, and Jory and Hullen and Fat Tom and the rest, and later Mother and Ser Rodrik had gone, and they hadn't come back either. He dropped his visor and slid out his sword. They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man's laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death, Ned said evenly. More than you know, Father, Tyrion answered quietly.
The forest floor was carpeted with fallen leaves, bloodred on top, black rot beneath. as if Cersei had not instructed him to pass along her father's threats. No matter how often Jon told himself that his place was here now, with his new brothers on the Wall, he still felt craven. He would have to be an utter ass to trade Jaime Lannister's life for two girls.
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