They lived in the depths of the wood, in caves and crannogs and secret tree towns. They were gone. Ser Jorah frowned. He was mocking her, she realized.
He has taken their sorrow deeply to heart. The rustling grew louder. What do you have that I should fear? That son of yours? I'll match you son for son, and I'll still have eighteen when yours are all dead. The Green Fork ran swift and deep here, but the Freys had spanned it many centuries past and grown rich off the coin men paid them to cross.
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