Spying down from the roof of an inn by the King's Gate, Arya saw them searching wagons and carriages, forcing riders to open their saddlebags, and questioning everyone who tried to pass on foot. Shortly, Jory brought him Ice. You know who the boy is, Ned repeated patiently. The man made no reply.
She grinned at him. My thanks, Septa Mordane. I thought you would want to know. He found himself glancing at every shadow with unease.
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