Ned ran his fingers through his hair. She wanted Jon to muss up her hair and call her little sister and finish her sentences with her. Remembering her courtesies, she lowered her head. He mounted, the reins in his hand, and wheeled the horse around to face the night.
Little by little, the sounds dwindled and died, until at last there was only the wolf. Lord Tywin will take that for an outrage, and Jaime has a queer affection for the Imp. Ned rode one down, cutting at phantoms in red cloaks who gave way before him. As he stood outside the armory looking up, Jon felt almost as overwhelmed as he had that day on the kingsroad, when he'd seen it for the first time.
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