Death did not come until the next morning, but Lord Jon was at peace after that. Grey Wind followed, loping beside the warhorse, lean and swift. Their swords rang together, once, twice, a testing. Sansa looked at654 GEORGE R.
Many of the houses were afire, and the jaqqa rhan had been about their grisly work. Its grey stone walls were draped with banners. He lifted her up as easily as if she were a child and set her on the thin Dothraki saddle, so much smaller than the ones she was used to. Was he their commander or their captive? Most of the time, it seemed to be a little of both.
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