Robb Stark will have Edmure Tully and the lords of the Trident with him now. The wine merchant dropped to his knees. He strapped Robb's shield in place and handed up his helm. He was the Hand of the King.
She looked at her prince. His back ached from the effort of bending; they had been riding since daybreak, when a stone-faced Ser Lyn Corbray had ushered them through the Bloody Gate and commanded them never to return. Still as stone, Arya told herself, quiet as a shadow. Shaggydog and Grey Wind, Robb said as their voices rose and fell together.
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