He catches the "Lord" bit, and it makes a little sense to him: another castle belonging to another lord in a land which might not be so different from his own.
"She's quite a sow," he smiles, understanding now: the pig follows Hastings like a dog because it might as well be a dog. He can keep this version of Ghost, more a memory than a true creature, from attacking it, though in life, he has always had to keep an eye on Ghost around hogs and boars. Lady Stark would not have been best pleased, but the one he's thinking of is not here.
"This is Winterfell. It's the seat of the lords Stark, and the seat of the Kings in the North. The Starks ruled the North for thousands of years, but three hundred years ago, they bent the knee to the Targaryens and submitted to the Iron Throne. House Targaryen were dragonlords, you see, and they are gone now, all but one. We are not subject to the Iron Throne now; we do not mean to be again. So it is my sister's seat and my own, now, in life and here."
All of this is said pleasantly as they move through the yard, and when they reach the Great Hall, he pushes the great wooden door open to admit them.
Inside: a big room with slate floors, candles all over, a big fire, a table before it, chairs, more tables laid out through the room with benches for seating. Mugs of ale wait on one of them, and big earthenware bowls of Gage's best beef stew, as Jon remembers it from when he was a boy, and the second-best spoons in the North. The Manderlys have held more wealth than Winterfell since they came to White Harbor.
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"She's quite a sow," he smiles, understanding now: the pig follows Hastings like a dog because it might as well be a dog. He can keep this version of Ghost, more a memory than a true creature, from attacking it, though in life, he has always had to keep an eye on Ghost around hogs and boars. Lady Stark would not have been best pleased, but the one he's thinking of is not here.
"This is Winterfell. It's the seat of the lords Stark, and the seat of the Kings in the North. The Starks ruled the North for thousands of years, but three hundred years ago, they bent the knee to the Targaryens and submitted to the Iron Throne. House Targaryen were dragonlords, you see, and they are gone now, all but one. We are not subject to the Iron Throne now; we do not mean to be again. So it is my sister's seat and my own, now, in life and here."
All of this is said pleasantly as they move through the yard, and when they reach the Great Hall, he pushes the great wooden door open to admit them.
Inside: a big room with slate floors, candles all over, a big fire, a table before it, chairs, more tables laid out through the room with benches for seating. Mugs of ale wait on one of them, and big earthenware bowls of Gage's best beef stew, as Jon remembers it from when he was a boy, and the second-best spoons in the North. The Manderlys have held more wealth than Winterfell since they came to White Harbor.