Groggy, he sat up and threw back the blanket. Then he picked up the book and handed it back. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames. This is Moat Cailin? It's no more than a- -death trap, Catelyn finished.
He touched her neck lightly, and the small chestnut filly started forward. Gunthor son of Gurn was raising the other clans even now. The Commander bowed stiffly. Jon hugged him back.
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