Still, the heat was fierce while it lasted. Now you know why you must live. What if you'd only wounded him? What if you had made his hand jump, or hit Bran instead? For all you knew, the man might have been wearing a breastplate, all you could see was the back of his cloak. His bright yellow armor was inlaid with jet in elaborate vine-and-leaf patterns, and a cloak sewn from raven feathers draped his thin shoulders.
Even his brothers can scarcely stomach him. Now the stone was covered with hunting tapestries, vivid with greens and browns and blues, and yet still it seemed to Ned Stark that the only color in the hall was the red of blood. Sam's nervous, high-pitched voice was the last he would have expected to hear. There was a grunt and a loud groaning of wood as the cage slid sideways and then the Wall was beneath him.
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