The ferryman looked up at the Hound's face. King Stannis let them talk. Next time he'll send a hundredswords instead of a hundred dragons, I fear. Before them, the ice rose sheer fromout of the trees like some immense cliff, crowned by wind-carved battlementsthat loomed at least eight hundred feet high, perhaps nine hundred in spots.
Even Lord Estermont, my own mother's father, has bent his kneeto Joffrey. of courth. These tunnels are full of traps for theunwary. How did you come to find us? It wasn't hard.
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