Jon's grief over Ygritte was too fresh for him to deny her now. Men were supposed to go mad with grief when theirchildren died, he knew. The elk? Coldhands, said Bran impatiently. Jaime blocked his path again.
A rope was looped around hiswaist, a second around Brienne's wrists; the ends were tied to the pommel ofVargo Hoat's saddle. My father did that. That is the last thing I mean to do. There was nothing more to say.
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