The thought left Arya feeling empty. She rose, leaving Irri asleep in the moonlight. Jaime smiled at the sour knight with the rust-red hair and thepouches under his eyes. That's much too much sword for Joff, Tyrion said.
You knownothing, Jon Snow! she shouted at him, and flung the bloody blade at hisfeet. The web of spun silver hung from her fingers, the finemetal glimmering softly, the stones black in the moonlight. Should I tell him he is handsome? He'll think me a fool or a liar. I have not seen him.
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