He dug iron-hard fingers into the soft, wobbly flesh under the godswife's arm and hauled her to her feet. Cersei Lannister sat on the edge of the bed beside her husband. My horse, he gasped. They said the words together, as the last light faded in the west and grey day became black night.
And at the end, near last, came the names Sansa had been dreading. Five hundred knights surrounded him, sunlight flashing off the points of their lances. More likely they were hiding under the snow. His cloak had the metallic shimmer of true cloth-of-gold.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.