Bran picked one up. The khal's face did not often betray the thoughts within. He had taken off Father's face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell. She would know soon enough.
In the dream as it had been in life. The khal must protect his guests, yourself chief among them, Your Grace. It stretched out before him, narrow and stony and pocked with weeds, a road of no particular promise, yet the sight of it filled Jon Snow with a vast longing. He heard Grenn whispering behind him.
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