To keep you safe, my sweet one, Queen Cersei had told her. In that case, you had best stay close, the dwarf said. He is only seven. A knife, perhaps.
He was sad. Bran picked one up. Dareon helped Halder to his feet. Fire, she thought, and then, Bran! Help me, she said urgently, sitting up.
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