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and boot leather while the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne sat outside with their hosts, banqueting in sight of his walls. Screaming, Bran went backward out the window into empty air. He smelled like grass and warm earth, like smoke and semen and horses. On the way to the door, Lord Petyr spied Grand Maester Malleon's massive tome on the table and paused to idly flip open the cover.

Lord Snow wants to take my place now. You've done well, Alyn, Ned was saying when Vayon Poole returned. I believe I heard the first crack this morning. Maester Luwin was shown in.