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For near a fortnight there had been so many comings and goingsA GAME OF THRONES 503that Robb ordered both portcullises kept up and the drawbridge down between them, even in the dead of night. The three in the grey cloaks were strangers. If he is reluctant, offer him whatever it takes. Not until the pages had closed the great oak-and-bronze doors behind him did Sansa hear sounds again: soft voices, uneasy stirrings, the shuffle of papers from the council table.

He's not a man to put that aside. They stood at the western end of the valley, where the high road crested the last pass and began its winding descent to the bottomlands two miles below. Whatever arrangements you made, I want unmade. I want them to fight.