Jon no longer cared. Ned was ready for that. The knocking stopped. Keep your eyes closed if you like.
When the armorer opened the door, the blast of hot air that came through made Ned feel as though he were walking into a dragon's mouth. The ancient traditions of the horselords demanded that when the khal died, his bloodriders died with him, to ride at his side in the night lands. They cursed, argued, shouted down each other. When at last he reached the bottom, a narrow, muddy trail along the water's edge, Littlefinger was lazing against a rock and eating an apple.
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