Ser Ilyn, bring me his head! The crowd roared, and Arya felt the statue of Baelor rock as they surged against it. Until you find a partner, watch how they fight in the yard. You're too old to protect anybody. He carried no weapons here in the sacred city, save his hands-yet his hands were enough, big, hard, dangerous, his knuckles covered with coarse dark hairs.
They are my brothers, he thought. So far I have disappointed him. Ned frowned. Are you men or dogs that you would threaten a child? Out of the way, old man, one of the red cloaks said.
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