I dream of feasting... with your headless father, Robert Baratheon's gutted body. Jory Cassel and Benfred Tallhart. Men I have known all my life, seated at the tables of Winterfill, moldy and worm-eaten. Men and women that I killed and men and women that died far from me or long ago and men and women who are still living and breathing.
And in you stride through those great double doors, bringing winter howling with you, your wolf beside you, and both you and Grey Wind bleed from a thousand wounds and your eyes burn with twin fires.
[ His last words tremble, and he throws them at Robb, furious that he cannot deny him. ]
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I dream of feasting... with your headless father, Robert Baratheon's gutted body. Jory Cassel and Benfred Tallhart. Men I have known all my life, seated at the tables of Winterfill, moldy and worm-eaten. Men and women that I killed and men and women that died far from me or long ago and men and women who are still living and breathing.
And in you stride through those great double doors, bringing winter howling with you, your wolf beside you, and both you and Grey Wind bleed from a thousand wounds and your eyes burn with twin fires.
[ His last words tremble, and he throws them at Robb, furious that he cannot deny him. ]