I fought for you. Your Lord Mormont trusted too easily. The fire had burned down to smouldering red embers. Well, said the singer, you've got us there, my lord.
Craster narrowed his eyes. We heard you'd gone over to Mance Raydar. By evenfall they had left the lake to follow a rutted track through a wood ofoak and elm. Brienne shrunk away from him.
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