They laid him down on his cushions and silks, his head toward the Mother of Mountains far to the northeast. Summer, he said. Ned nodded. Edmure came down the steps to embrace her.
He has Lyanna now, and I have her. He was there and he was gone again, his silvery armor obscured by the trees once more. Remember why I came here, my love. Be gentle with the Valyrian scrolls, the parchment is very dry.
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