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- He dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and
- Lyanna in her bed of blood.
- In the dream his friends rode with him, as they had in life. Proud Martyn Cassel, Jory’s
- father; faithful Theo Wull; Ethan Glover, who had been Brandon’s squire; Ser Mark
- Ryswell, soft of speech and gentle of heart; the crannogman, Howland Reed; Lord
- Dustin on his great red stallion. Ned had known their faces as well as he knew his own
- once, but the years leech at a man’s memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.
- In the dream they were only shadows, grey wraiths on horses made of mist.
- They were seven, facing three. In the dream as it had been in life. Yet these were no
- ordinary three. They waited before the round tower, the red mountains of Dorne at their
- backs, their white cloaks blowing in the wind. And these were no shadows; their faces
- burned clear, even now. Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, had a sad smile on
- his lips. The hilt of the greatsword Dawn poked up over his right shoulder. Ser Oswell
- Whent was on one knee, sharpening his blade with a whetstone. Across his whiteenameled
- helm, the black bat of his House spread its wings. Between them stood fierce
- old Ser Gerold Hightower, the White Bull, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
- “I looked for you on the Trident,” Ned said to them.
- “We were not there,” Ser Gerold answered.
- “Woe to the Usurper if we had been,” said Ser Oswell.
- “When King’s Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I
- wondered where you were.”
- “Far away,” Ser Gerold said, “or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false
- brother would burn in seven hells.”
- “I came down on Storm’s End to lift the siege,” Ned told them, “and the Lords Tyrell and
- Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I
- was certain you would be among them.”
- “Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Arthur Dayne.
- “Ser Willem Darry is fled to Dragonstone, with your queen and Prince Viserys. I thought
- you might have sailed with him.”
- “Ser Willem is a good man and true,” said Ser Oswell.
- “But not of the Kingsguard,” Ser Gerold pointed out. “The Kingsguard does not flee.”
- “Then or now,” said Ser Arthur. He donned his helm.
- “We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Gerold.
- Ned’s wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven
- against three.
- “And now it begins,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed
- Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.
- “No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.” As they came together in a rush
- of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. “Eddard!” she called. A storm of
- rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death.
- “Lord Eddard,” Lyanna called again.
- “I promise,” he whispered. “Lya, I promise . . . ”
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