-The rising sun sent fingers of light through the pale white mists of dawn. A wide plain spread out beneath them, bare and brown, its flatness here and there relieved by long, low hummocks.
-Dawn broke as they crested a low ridge, and finally the king pulled up. By then were miles south of the of the main party. Robert flushed and exhilarated as Ned reigned up beside him.
-As angry as he was, his father could not help but laugh. "You're not my son," he told Bran when they fetched him down, "you're a squirrel. So be it. If you must climb, then climb, but try not to let your mother see you."
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