Catelyn gazed up at the bars and wondered how deep the rust went and how well the portcullis would stand up to a ram and whether it ought to be replaced. At least he had left her with more than words; he had given her a son. They dare not kill him out of hand; he was still a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and if they shed his blood, it would mean war. Ser Vardis took a half step back to brace himself, raised his shield.
Her sister ignored her. Indeed it is. Thank the gods. In the south, the way they talk about my Seven Kingdoms, a man forgets that your part is as big as the other six combined.
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