Jon gave her a weary look. Manwoody handed it to him; a high golden helm with a copperdisk mounted on the brow, the sun of Dome. Suddenly Catelyn was full of dread. They did not even trust their own acolytes to help.
It seemed so simple, changing hands. The Halfhand fought all his battles, even an oldblind man should see that. The arrow made a soft hiss as it left his string. Gold is coldand heavy on the head, but so long as I am the king, I have a duty .
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