Afterward she called her bloodriders to her cabin, with Ser Jorah. Smoke still rose from the ashes. These poor savage things will never embrace salvation. Seated, it was hard to say how big they truly were, Ten feet tallmaybe, or twelve, Jon thought.
She yawned. Those who killed Ser Jacelyn, say. rothers of the Night's Watch wererising, donning their armor, buckling on swordbelts, reaching for battleaxesand bows. Even if we had a thousand broken panels, it would take weeks for the city to sink to the irrecoverable depths.
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