He was running by the time he hit the doors. Septa, will Lord Beric spike Ser Gregor's head on his own gate or bring it back here for the king? She and Jeyne Poole had been arguing over that last night. Lady Stark, what an unexpected pleasure, he said. He landed breathless in front of Catelyn Stark, an ungainly-looking man with wild tufts of rust-colored hair sticking out from under a conical steel cap.
Her hand touched his face, his hair. Three by the fire wore the red stallion badge of the Brackens, and there was a large party in blue steel ringmail and capes of a silvery grey. No sooner had he spoken than a second voice joined the first. He fell to his knees before her.
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