They were good boots, as befit one of Lord Tywin's men; heavy leather, oiled and supple, much finer than what Bronn was wearing. Guards were posted to see that Bran remained there alone all night to reflect on his disobedience. Robb dismounted and led his gelding across the ford. Not all o' them made for King's Landing, either.
He was followed by four guardsmen in mailed shirts and coifs, and Joseth, a stick-thin stableman whom Robb had named master of horse while Hullen was away. Riding hard and fast by night is a sure way to tumble down a mountain and crack your skull. Robb's sword caught him full in the face with a sickening crunch and a spray of bright blood. She was to be a queen, and queens did not cry.
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