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I'm no ser.
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Remove his hood.
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On that eve, the captive Imp
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Downwards from his horse did limp
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No more would he preen and primp
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- in garb of red and gold. - This isn't the Kingsroad.
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You said we were riding for Winterfell.
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I did... often and loudly.
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Very wise.
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They'll be out in droves,
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looking for me in the wrong place.
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Word's probably gotten to my father by now.