Even Jon Arryn, as great a lord as any the Eyrie had ever known, had always traveled in strength when he crossed the mountains. Ned had little doubt that he was bound straight for the royal apartments, to whisper at the queen. A gust of childish laughter drifted through the open doors behind him, and her uncle glanced darkly over his shoulder. Ghost, he called softly, to me.
MARTIN They'll be twenty thousand fresh corpses when Lord Tywin gets here, the old man shot back. A thick woolen bandage was wrapped around one hand. The crossroads gave her pause. I've also heard whispers that Robert got a pair of twins on a serving wench at Casterly Rock, three years ago when he went west for Lord Tywin's tourney.
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