The high road, Tyrion Lannister said.
Lysa allowed herself a faint, satisfied smile.
It was another sort of death sentence, Catelyn realized.
Tyrion Lannister must know that as well.
Yet the dwarf favored Lady Arryn with a mocking bow.
As you command, my lady, he said. I believe we know the way.
You are as hopeless as any boys I have ever trained, Ser Alliser Thorne announced when they had all assembled in the yard.
Your hands were made for manure shovels, not for swords, and if it were up to me, the lot of you would be set to herding swine.
But last night I was told that Gueren is marching five new boys up the kingsroad.
One or two may even be worth the price of piss.
To make room for them, I have decided to pass eight of you on to the Lord Commander to do with as he will.
He called out the names one by one.
Toad. Stone Head. Aurochs. Lover. Pimple. Monkey. Ser Loon. Last, he looked at Jon. And the Bastard.
Pyp let fly a whoop and thrust his sword into the air.
Ser Alliser fixed him with a reptile stare.