You see Prince Joffrey? Jon asked. Promise me, Ned. The dwarf had given him the truth on the road north, but by then it had been too late. And if it comes to that, she wondered, will thiny be enough? Will six thousand be enough?A bird called faintly in the distance, a high sharp trill that felt like an icy hand on Catelyn's neck.
Chett tried, cursing, yanking on the leashes, giving one animal a lick of his boot. The horse was lathered and bleeding from the mouth. Cersei gave him the wineskins, and told him it was Robert's favorite vintage. There was dried blood on its wings.
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