Pycelle pulled back, his maester's chain jangling. Roose Bolton nodded. The old man bobbed his head. Cersei Lannister and her son stood beside him.
Mother, Robb said when he saw her standing there. She had been there, day and night, for close on a fortnight. I do so swear. The scent of blood or the scent of gold, they smell the same in the end.
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