Out of his armor, Ser Loras Tyrell looked even younger than his sixteen years. Wylis was quiet and formal, Wendel loud and boisterous; both had ostentatious walrus mustaches and heads His father had let him handle Ice often enough; he knew the look, the feel. Lord Nestor Royce, High Steward of the Vale and Keeper of the Gates of the Moon, was waiting in the yard to greet them, surrounded by his knights.
To the west, the swollen red sun was half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. but not before it had slain Ser Jaremy Rykker and four other men. MARTINRobert's face darkened with anger. As the maester knelt to examine the wound, Bran turned his head.
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