Illyrio had blinked at that and wished him good fortune. I wish Mother was back, he said miserably. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. Oh, he had found a few pieces, enough to convince him that Jon had indeed been murdered, but that was no more than the spoor of an animal on the forest floor.
He's blind, Jon pointed out forcefully, disgusted. The cold winds are rising, Snow. Raid him here, he said, pointing. Arya desperately wanted to explain, to make him see.
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