Best if you wait outside, she told the rest of them. Bran heard talk of Moat Cailin, the ancient stronghold the First Men had built at the top of the Neck. Her footsteps sent soft echoes hurrying ahead of her as Arya plunged deeper into the darkness. I couldn't.
Ned kept pace with him. It must be torn up, root and stem and seed, lest new traitors sprout from every roadside. Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it. The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Ned saw something sad and scared.
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