He was dressed in the same black breeches, tunic, and boots that a brother ofthe Night's Watch might wear. Ygritte came with him, whichalways made Styr frown, but whenever he tried to dismiss her she would remindhim that she was a free woman, not a kneeler. But it would be years before her dragons werelarge enough to ride. There was wind, and blowing leaves as well, but this was something else.
See there, Father?he wanted to shout. She's a child, Lysa. He rememberedwhat Old Nan had said of Mad Axe, how he took his boots off and prowled thecastle halls barefoot in the dark, with never If he tells you to kill hishorse, come to me.
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