Ned had last seen the king nine years before during Balon Greyjoy's rebellion, when the stag and the direwolf had joined to end the pretensions of the self-proclaimed King of the Iron Islands. A freerider in a faded blue cloak lurched to his feet. MARTINinn north of the Neck. Ser Meryn Trant ran out of patience.
Khal Jommo grinned, and Khal Ogo began to guffaw loudly. Even Maester Luwin seemed shocked as he stepped from behind a tree, but only for an instant. He was preceded by his stench, riper than the cheese and overpowering in the closed space. Rickon, Bran said softly.
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