He saw us. Old Nan undressed her and helped her into a scalding hot bath and washed the blood off her with a soft cloth. Pycelle's eyes were so heavily lidded he looked half-asleep. The Hound's scarred face was hard to read.
Robb Stark seemed puzzled. Lord Eddard has never taken any interest in anything that happened south of the Neck, the woman said. Corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn. I'm Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard, of Winterfell.
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