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“My lady, the realm has not seen such a victory since the Field of Fire. I vow, the Lannisters lost ten men for every one of ours that fell.”
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Robb was in the middle of it, shouting commands with the best of them. He seemed to have grown of late, as if Bran’s fall and his mother’s collapse had somehow made him stronger. Grey Wind was at his side.
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“Leaving is harder than I thought.”
"For me too," Robb said. He had snow in his hair, melting from the heat of his body.
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The north is hard and cold, and has no mercy.
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Grey Wind is no danger to them, my lord. Not so long as I am there.
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Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion.
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