He has an old man's caution and a young man's ambition, and has never lacked for cunning. The last red cloak shouted a curse and charged, hacking down with both hands on his sword. Even in the west, we know the prowess of the warrior clans of the Mountains of the Moon. He looked at her for a moment, puzzled.
His hair was grey, what little the years had left him. Yet that very night, his brother came to Bran's bedchamber pale and shaken, after the fires had burned low in the Great Hall. The words tasted of bile in his throat, but he forced them out. She could give him another son.
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