It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Everyone knew that dreams were prophetic. Do you know what she told me? The Vale cannot spare a thousand swords, nor even one, Uncle, she said. If so, Cersei was a greater fool than he'd imagined.
Tomard and Cayn bowed their heads and backed away respectfully. Lord Petyr sauntered into the solar as if nothing had gone amiss that morning. Man and horse alike lowered their heads as he asked the mare for more speed. When he had donned his glove again, Jon Snow turned abruptly and walked to the low, icy northern parapet.
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