Balon Greyjoy has crowned himself again and sent hislongships against the north. I know that, Mormont grumbled. Sansa smoothed down the folds of her skirt. It took a hundred gold cloaks pounding the butts oftheir spears against the floor to quiet the throne room again.
Jon, if I did this, wrote this lie . I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. But the fighting was done. Davos fumbled inside his cloak and drew out the crinkled sheet of parchment.
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