No, Ser Kevan agreed, but his son has called the banners and sits at Moat Cailin with a strong host around him. She feared for Ned and her girls, and for the sweet sons she had left behind at Winterfell. All we could wasn't enough, Jon said. She drew her son close, holding him safe in the circle of her plump white arms.
She raised her voice so it carried down the length of High Hall of the Eyrie, ringing off the milk-white walls and the slender pillars, so every man could hear it. Stiv gave a choked gasp as a half foot of razor-tipped broadhead suddenly exploded out of his chest. This host her son had assembled was not a standing army such as the Free Cities were accustomed to maintain, nor a force of guardsmen paid in coin. Ned unrolled the paper with trepidation, thinking of Lysa and her terrible accusation, but the message did not concern Lady Arryn.
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