But only one. As you learned from Ser Boros and Ser Meryn? That arrow hit too close to the mark. They'll makefor ports, I'll warrant, or try and lose themselves in the woods. Grey Wind balked in the middle of thedrawbridge, shook the rain off, and howled at the portcullis.
Itpromised to be a gloomy night; moonless, starless, with a chill wet windblowing from the west. That's what you saw. Another lost a hand to Rakharo'sarakh and rode off reeling and spurting blood. Ser Jorah gave the old man a long look.
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