A smith can find a welcome most anywhere. Remember in training how he'd curl up on the ground and lie there whimpering?At Craster's he wouldn't even whimper. Sam held thedagger before him, breathing like a blacksmith's bellows. Hescreamed as his clothes took fire, and that was the end of stealth.
His wounded leg buckled under him,and he had to swallow a scream. and tell Ser Donnel to add aweathervane to his shield. The device painted on the shield was one Sansa did not know; a grey stone headwith fiery eyes, upon a light green field. She raisedthe cup to the fish's mouth.
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