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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
white-enameled
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
.
