Lady Catelyn Stark. So the gods can see. Men called out to him as he crossed the castle yard, but Ned ignored them in his haste. Falcon's wings sprouted from the temples of his helm, and his visor was a pointed metal beak with a narrow slit for vision.
Many will not come back to us, and we must needs find the men to take their places. the Starks, and his own gods were the old ones, the nameless, faceless gods of the greenwood they shared with the vanished children of the forest. You did well back there. Calm as still water, Arya told herself, but even when she gave her eyes a moment to adjust, there was nothing to see but the vague grey outline of the door she had come through.
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