Jon slammed the bar down in its notches,paid a visit to the privy - it might well be his last chance - and hobbledback up to the roof, grimacing at the pain. His head was pounding too. on the night of theWhispering Wood, Ned was still alive in his cell beneath Aegon's High Hill,Bran and Rickon were safe behind the walls of Winterfell. No, the Knight of Flowers said, unamused.
They wastetheir days drinking and gambling, and lick their wounds like beaten curs. He watched the child nurse at Gilly's breast, and then he watched Jon watch. I am not going back to sleep, Sansa realized. Ser Andrew was close behind him; the others had been left to guardthe steps and cellar door.
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