On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are

When You Smell Our Candles Burning, What Does It Make You Think Of, My Child?" Winterfell, She Might Have Said. I Smell Snow And Smoke And Pine Needles. I Smell The Stables. I Smell Hodor Laughing, And Jon And Robb Battling In The Yard, And Sansa Singing About Some Stupid Lady Fair. I Smell The Crypts Where The Stone Kings Sit. I Smell Hot Bread Baking. I Smell The Godswood. I Smell My Wolf. I Smell Her Fur, Almost As If She Were Still Beside Me. "i Don't Smell Anything," She Said.

For They Are The Knights Of Summer, And Winter Is Coming.

A Man Who Fights For Coin Is Loyal Only To His Purse.

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.

Sins May Be Forgiven. Crimes Require Punishment.