His life is in the hands of the gods and Maester Luwin. To the Dothraki, water that a horse could not drink was something foul; the heaving grey-green plains of the ocean filled them with superstitious loathing. Three times the gods saw fit to test my vows. Jon knelt.
The Lannisters laughed. The Andals burnt out the weirwood groves, hacked down the faces, slaughtered the children where they found them, and everywhere proclaimed the triumph of the Seven over the old gods. You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean tin is useless. Jon carried the food back to the King's Tower.
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