I dug in the quiet earth and wrought the tomb and made these lines to memorize their doom:—
Equilibrists lie here; stranger, tread light;
close, but untouching in each other's sight;
mouldered the lips arid ashy the tall skull.
Let them lie perilous and beautiful.
You didn’t mean it then? You have no loyalty to Catelyn Stark? [..] So if I told you to leave the capital right now and find Sansa - if I told you to find that murderous little bitch and bring me her head - would you do it?