CHAPTER 540
Author: Lor Of Logan
last update2026-10-01 12:52:18

"Why do the children run when they are happy?"

Eddard was halfway across the courtyard when the question arrived—so sudden, so specific, so perfectly timed to the moment when three of the schoolchildren went sprinting past him in a shrieking game of tag, that he stopped walking entirely and stood there in the middle of the path with a basket of bread in his arms.

"They just do," he said.

"That is not an answer."

"It's the only one I have."

"Then give me a different one. Why do they run when the
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