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You know nothing, Jon Snow. As High as Honor. The North remembers. The North remembers. The North remembers. A dream of Spring. Bastards are born of passion, aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne. Words are like wind. Bastards are born of passion, aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne. The North remembers. House Tarly of Horn Hill The winds of Winter. The War of the 5 kings. The night is dark and full of terrors. All men must die. A forked purple lightning bolt, on black field speckled with four-pointed stars. House Tarly of Horn Hill Never Resting. The Knight of Lemonwood. A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward. The bear and the maiden fair. All men must die. Fire and blood. Pay the iron price. The winds of Winter. The Knight of Lemonwood. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. The War of the 5 kings. The battle of the redgrass field. A dream of Spring. The tourney of Ashford Meadows. I would like a trial by combat. The night is dark and full of terrors. Winter is coming. The winds of Winter. Words are like wind. I would like a trial by combat. A dream of Spring. You know nothing, Jon Snow. Forgive my manners. I don’t see many ladies these days. Lucky for the ladies.