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And when you have it, what then? Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Do you see his braid, sweet sister? Drogo's braid was black as midnight and heavy with scented oil, hung with tiny bells that rang softly as he moved. Only one who was less than a man would even think of such a thing, he told me. Always scouts ranged far ahead of the main column, alert for any sign of game or prey or enemies, while outriders guarded their flanks.

Varys the eunuch was the king's master of whisperers. Lord Baelish, what you suggest is treason. It was near dark when they reached it, at the crossroads north of the great confluence of the Trident. I hate them, Arya confided, red-faced, sniffling.