His helmet dropped with a clang. You cannot claim them all, child, Ser Jorah said, the fourth timeA GAME OF THRONES 585they stopped, while the warriors of her khas herded her new slaves behind her. Cradling the egg with both hands, she carried it to the fire and pushed it down amongst the burning coals. He held Needle out to her, hilt first.
Now it ends. No, he said. Arya heard sadness in his voice; he did not often speak of his father, or of the brother and sister who had died before she was born. Wooden horses with a hundred legs, that fly across the sea on wings full of wind.
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