Wooden horses with a hundred legs, that fly across the sea on wings full of wind. You bloody bastard, you think Jaime's good as dead, so I'm all you have left. The truth is hard, but the wolf has to be chained, or . Thank you, Catelyn whispered, her voice faint and tiny.
Dany drank, and lay back, listening to the soft sound of her own breathing. The words were like a prayer with him. Another hour and we'll be there. Catelyn was proud of him.
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