if the sheep do not fight back. It rose slowly as they approached, and Catelyn saw that the lower half of it was red with rust. The only sound was the crackle and hiss of the log burning in the hearth at the end of the long, drafty common room. This is madness, she told herself as she lifted the black-and-scarlet egg from the velvet.
What curious small ears, they said. He hoped his response rattled those perfect teeth of hers. Arya felt abashed. Bran's wolf had saved the boy's life, he thought dully.
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