They cheered him as he left the lists to return to his pavilion. Benjen Stark seemed to share his brother's distaste for Lannisters, and he had not been pleased when Tyrion had told him of his intentions. Yet he had gotten it wrong. Ned was soaked through to the bone, and his soul had grown cold.
Her father raised his voice still higher, straining to be heard. The white-haired knight gave a weary nod. He is the father of the stallion who mounts the world. Dark wings, dark words, Ned murmured.