I was so careful. How could he know?
Someone told. Someone always tells.

“My brother has his swords, I have my books. A mind needs books like a sword nee…”

“Be certain,” Catelyn told her son, “or go home and take up that wooden sword ag…”

“She remembered a tale she had heard from Old Nan, about how sometimes during a …”

“I am sorry for your girl, Ned. Truly. About the wolf, I mean. My son was lying,…”