10/05/2026 01:13

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He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters said had lasted near three years, but Tyrion's earliest memories were of spring. He tied his horse to a tree on the far side, and waded back across for Bran and Dancer. His father had told him that he ought to say his farewells today, and he had tried. These things are best done quickly.

But he had not left the Wall for that; he had left because he was after all his father's son, and Robb's brother. 212 GEORGE R. I had no choice but to ride. He loves me.