En route to Castle Black, Arya, impersonating a boy, admits her true identity to Gendry. Stannis attempts to sire a male heir with Melisandre, as his wife, Selyse has failed to produce a son. Jon discovers that Craster sacrifices his sons to the White Walkers; Craster catches him spying and knocks Jon unconscious.
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Bran is forced to escape to the wilderness. Catelyn suggests the brothers join forces but when Renly refuses, he is slain by an evil spirit conjured by Melisandre. The Winter Cloak The mantle is created from a whole large reindeer hide over cow hide for extra warmth, edged in textured shoulder hide leather.
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But opting out of some of these cookies may have an effect on your browsing experience. Necessary Necessary. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. With her words, sound rushed back into the forest. Arya gaped and looked around, half expecting some outward change, some evidence of what she could not name. But then, she could. She did not realize Jon had moved until he returned to her side, holding her daggers to her.
The promise was there in the way he watched her sheathe her blades, and then as she retrieved the pack containing the letters she had meant to deliver. Would she see her father or mother, or baby Rickon again?
Jon met her before she could return to his side. Silent as a shadow he moved, suddenly before her, reaching past her shoulders to pull the hood of the red cloak over her head. His fingers brushed the fabric about her face in a caress, gaze darting across her features one last time, and then he turned his back to her and walked into the forest.
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Get an Invitation. The Red Hood Eanna23je. Chapter 2 Summary: Arya has donned the red cloak Catelyn made for her, to appease her mother more than obey the Three-Eyed-Raven. Notes: See the end of the chapter for notes. Death, she recognized. She had seen it before, after all. She wondered if today her luck had changed.
Stupid, stupid! The impact vibrated up her arms and through her torso, but she swung true. An arm fell to the snow and continued twitching. Enraged, the wight ducked its head and barrelled forward, jaws snapping, one arm flailing.
Four others staggered forward on stumped limbs and hissed at Arya. Tell me what to do! Syrio was silent. Snow stopped struggling. Crimson on white… Do not look at him! Snow had been a present from Robb. My only friend. A roar answered her cry, a beastly rumbling against her ears. The roar was echoed by smaller snarling barks and howls behind her, echoing in the darkness. Arya fell back with a gasp.
Do not look at him. Arya bit her lip before a sob could escape and focused on the fight. What in seven hells? No, not blood. Bran had told Mother the red hood would keep her safe. What had Catelyn said before she left? The white direwolf sat on its haunches, not three feet from where she stood. A trick of the firelight, she thought at first. She wondered if the man's eyes were as red as his beastly form's. Shaking her head, Arya focused on the warg.
He was close, far too close. And he was warm, far warmer than she had expected. Arya blinked, her mind struggling to catch up with his words. I have saved your life. By rights, it belongs to me now. She gaped a moment, at the utter seriousness of his expression. Arya hesitated another moment before following.
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