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... ilence. Ser Rodrik Cassel rode up behind Roslin on a warhorse.
The old knight looked completely exhausted. His armor was covered in dried mud, and his white whiskers were wild from the wind, but his eyes were wide as he took in the sight of the open gates and the surrendered Lannister guards.
Rodrik pulled his horse to a stop beside Alaric. He didn’t bow, and he didn’t use a formal title. He just stared at the towering walls of the capital, then back to the young ward he had help ...
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