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âA man is worth two things,â Jorahâs voice rolled, â...the truth of his word. And his weight in steel.â
And she had both in spades. Familiar words. Jeorâs words. Had she heard of them?
Jorah held his hands before him and stopped where he stood. Snow was coming down now, a light dusting of it, biting at his skin still sun-kissed from his long years in Essos, but he was still accustomed to it, still at home with it. The Lady of Bear Island was hardly five feet off the ground, her sword in hand ready to face the ending of the world, ready to die by her word for the North, and Jorah stood in her shadow, head bowed.
In silence, her soldiers turned to him. If she didnât take him back, he wouldnât have blamed her.














