Perhaps his captors only meant to let him rot here, but he feared he did not have the strength to rot for long. Behind him, someone chuckled. This is no camping ground. Jon's fingers were in the bucket, blood up to the wrist.
She gave an awkward bow. He was muscled like a bull. Your brother is here as well, my lord. Yet no sooner had she taken her first step than fear caught Catelyn in its jaws.
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