Tyrion

           Thenorthwentonforever.

           TyrionLannisterknewthemapsaswellasanyone,butafortnightonthewildtrackthatpassedforthekingsroadupherehadbroughthomethelessonthatthemapwasonethingandthelandquiteanother.

           TheyhadleftWinterfellonthesamedayastheking,amidstallthecommotionoftheroyaldeparture,ridingouttothesoundofmenshoutingandhorsessnorting,totherattleofwagonsandthegroaningofthequeen’shugewheelhouse,asalightsnowflurriedaboutthem.Thekingsroadwasjustbeyondthesprawlofcastleandtown.Therethebannersandthewagonsandthecolumnsofknightsandfreeridersturnedsouth,takingthetumultwiththem,whileTyrionturnednorthwithBenjenStarkandhisnephew.

           Ithadgrowncolderafterthat,andfarmorequiet.

           Westoftheroadwereflinthills,greyandrugged,withtallwatchtowersontheirstonysummits.Totheeastthelandwaslower,thegroundflatteningtoarollingplainthatstretchedawayasfarastheeyecouldsee.Stonebridgesspannedswift,narrowrivers,whilesmallfarmsspreadinringsaroundholdfastswalledinwoodandstone.Theroadwaswelltrafficked,andatnightfortheircomforttherewererudeinnstobefound.

           ThreedaysridefromWinterfell,however,thefarmlandgavewaytodensewood,andthekingsroadgrewlonely.Theflinthillsrosehigherandwilderwitheachpassingmile,untilbythefifthdaytheyhadturnedintomountains,coldblue-greygiantswithjaggedpromontoriesandsnowontheirshoulders.

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