It was heavier than it looked, much heavier than Needle. A small cup, Ned said. The girl would be seventeen or eighteen now, he realized; older than Robert had been when he fathered her. He never came to my last wedding either.
The first rider through the gate carried a long black banner. Ser Rodrik set to lustily as the lad ran back to fetch them beer. A rider cut him off and turned him, and the others boxed him in, cracking their whips in his face, running him this way and that. He took her by the arm and led her away from the wheelhouse, and Sansa's spirits took flight.
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