Jon dismounted at the adjoining stable,half-stumbling from the mare's back as he shouted two boys awake. They found himpropped up in his high seat with a cushion beneath him and an ermine robeacross his lap. None of them had ever seen adirewolf before, he realized, and Ghost was twice as large as the commonwolves that prowled their southron greenwoods. He and Greenbeard were the only men there tallenough to look the Hound in the eye.
Lord Butterwell wasrenowned for wit, Myles Smallwood for courage, Ser Otto Hightower forlearning, yet they failed as Hands, every one. Have I told you about old Dick, now? Only three hundred times. I have men huntinghim. He smiled a tired smile.
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