His voice trailed off awkwardly as he realized what he had almost said. Her voice had dropped very low, almost to a whisper, and Bran found himself leaning forward to listen. Jhogo told me. It had been five years, in truth; five cruel years, for Lysa.
He took her brother's horse in hand while Dany remounted her silver. For a moment his grief overwhelmed him. That took Ned by surprise. Silent faces watched from arrow slits in tower, battlements, and bridge.
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