Jaehaerys. Lord Butterwell wasrenowned for wit, Myles Smallwood for courage, Ser Otto Hightower forlearning, yet they failed as Hands, every one. The wind came in, strong with the smell of salt and sea, andpulled at his plain brown cloak. Hedismounted, and pulled Arya down beside him.
He hobbled the horse in a comer,fed some fresh wood to the fire, took off his heavy cloak, and wriggled downunder the furs beside the wildling woman. Not even a warrior. Dogs were barking, children werewailing, men were shouting useless advice at each other. He was not fit to kill a kitten, yet here he was.
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