Tyrion reached a thumb and forefinger into the salt dish, and sprinkled a healthy pinch over his meat. He found Mormont at the window seat, writing. The splendor of it all took Sansa's breath away; the shining armor, the great chargers caparisoned in silver and gold, the shouts of the crowd, the banners snapping in the wind . Give me leave to bring him back to justice.
After a while, Father said, I don't suppose it matters, truly. She had slept longer than she intended. Ser Jorah glanced away impatiently. Summer and Grey Wind came loping beside them, sniffing at the wind.
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