Man and horse both seemed immense. My father? In the common room, m'lord. When my brother Jaime was unhorsed by the Knight of Flowers, that was his story, no? It was, she admitted. Other times he ran messages, stood at guard, mucked out stables, fletched arrows, assisted Maester Aemon with his birds or Bowen Marsh with his counts and inventories.
When Lord Tywin gets word that we've come south, he'll march north to engage our main host, leaving our riders free to hurry down the west bank to Riverrun. By his extreme youth, he can only be a prancing jackanapes, and so I name him. or, worse, sell it to the Lannisters in payment of their loans. And you, Ser Wendel, I am glad to have you here.
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