Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, had a sad smile on his lips. The hilt of the greatsword Dawn poked up over his right shoulder.
“I came down on Storm’s End to lift the siege,” Ned told them, and the and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”
Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Arthur Dayne.