He shoved the boots into his saddlebag. The Old Bear snorted. Bran had found that strange at first, but he was growing used to it. He had run out of words, and he was filled with a vast sense of helplessness.
Cersei subsided, cold with anger, and Robert turned back to Ned. He pushed himself off the ledge into empty air. Under his mail and leather, his shoulder was throbbing. Not truly.
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