There will be an altar, the pall, the royal standard, and four Grenadier Guards, their bearskin hats inclined, their rifles pointing to the floor, standing watch.
" —Tormund Giantsbane. Aye" . Val pulled up the hood of her bearskin. The brown pelt was well salted with grey. " Before I go, one question. Did you kill Jarl, my lord" ?