He was only a boy. A hundred golden dragons to the man who brings me its skin! A costly pelt, Robert grumbled. I'm no maid, Chella protested. Robb seemed half a stranger to Bran now, transformed, a lord in truth, though he had not yet seen his sixteenth name day.
Robb Stark is a green boy, more like to be brave than wise. Our Lord Commander has given the training of recruits into the hands of Ser Alliser Thorne, the maester said gently. Or perhaps it was grief that fogged his eyes. constant, and grievous.
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