The wildlings had not crossed a third of the half mile,yet their battle line was dissolving. Melisandre stood at the door in her red silksand shimmering satins, holding a covered silver dish in her hands. When Arya turned, Lord Beric Dondarrion was standing behind her, his bloodyhand clutching Thoros by the shoulder. A biting wind was blowing from the north, and theleaves in the trees rattled at him as he passed.
If King's Landing mourned its dead boy king, Jaime would never have known it. Lord Tywin gave him a chilly look. He sentmen to the smaller catapults and filled the air with jagged rocks the size ofa giant's fist, but the darkness swallowed them as a man might swallow ahandful of nuts. He might have been telling theTherms to kill Jon where he stood, but he would never know the truth of that.
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