#shared imagery

You are the blood of Winterfell and a man of the Night's Watch.

He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night's Watch.

I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell.

Winter, from the Old English, masculine winter

Fell, from the Old Norse, neuter fjall

On the horizon stood the mountains like a great shadow, range on range of them receding into the blue-grey distance, their jagged peaks sheathed eternally in snow.

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The sky was cloudless, the jagged mountains rising black on black until the very top, where their cold crowns of snow and ice shone palely in the moonlight.

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It had snowed the night before, and the two of you had built a great mountain above the gate and were waiting for someone likely to pass underneath.

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Outside its sheer white walls was only the mountain and the long treacherous descent past Sky and Snow and Stone to the Gates of the Moon on the valley floor.

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On the valley floor autumn still lingered, warm and golden, but winter had closed around the mountain peaks.

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A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain's daughter.

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"My father's grandmother was a Flint of the mountains, on his mother's side," Jon told her.

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Though snow had blanketed the heights of the Giant's Lance above, below the mountain the autumn lingered and winter wheat was ripening in the fields.