A life of the Grand Maester Aethelmure, no wonder. If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son. It was a bitter sound. At first it had not come easy.
'The wolf blood,' my father used to call it. Robert would swear undying love and forget them before evenfall, but Ned Stark kept his vows. Stand there, he told her. The drawbridge creaked down, the portcullis winched up, and Lady Catelyn Stark rode forth to rejoin her son and his lords bannermen.
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