MARTINtime they were done. I have no intention of remaining here. One galloped behind him, lashing him across the buttocks until his thighs ran red with blood. No living man must look on them.
Jon watched him with mounting disquiet. No, Ned answered. Stop that! the woman said. And so, foot by foot, step by step, the bastard girl led Catelyn across, blind and trembling, while the white mule followed placidly behind them.
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