He held her gently as she turned to him and sobbed against his chest. If he does not bestir himself soon, it may be too late, the stout man in the steel cap said. Ned broke his fast with his daughters and Septa Mordane. Other things did.
Roose Bolton, Robb said at once. The septa bowed her head and sat down to finish her breakfast. This time the laughter round the table had a nervous, uncertain quality to it. She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come.
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