He was angry now. It was nice under the trees. He could see the splintered bone poking through his calf. The medallions were pure gold, massive and ornate, each one as large as a man's hand.
You will not like the ride, I promise you that, he'd said curtly, and since the moment they set out, he had done all he could to live up to that promise. He managed to wrench the axe free and lurch clumsily out of the way. At least not where people could see. The quiet soothed her, and the gentle rocking motion set Catelyn to swaying in her saddle.
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