My lady, they murdered my lord father, your husband, he said grimly. For a moment Robert had the grace to look startled. He was going with Uncle Ben to the Wall, to join the Night's Watch. The Lysene girl had hair the color of honey, and eyes like the summer sky.
Cupping her fingers around the flickering candle, she went out the window as they were coming in the door, without ever getting a glimpse of who it was. Arya crept back away from the well, dropped to her stomach, and flattened herself against the wall. Ser Rodrik's fingers fumbled once again for nonexistent whiskers. The right side of his face was gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a grey eye beneath a heavy brow.
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