[He turns away from her. The pain, three years gone, is suddenly sharp and new. He looks at the wall, then the floor; he looks at nothing.]

There is a story that it was done to him. He had a direwolf — we all did. They killed Grey Wind, too, and when my brother was dead, it’s said they put the wolf’s head on his body.

[He turns back to her with a discomfited shrug.]

People say all sorts of things.