When old King Edrick Stark had grown too feeble to defend the realm, the Wolf’s Den was captured by slavers from the Stepstones… Then a long cruel winter fell. The White Knife froze hard, and even the firth was icing up. The winds came howling from the north and drove them slavers inside to huddle round their fires, and whilst they warmed themselves the new king come down on them. Brandon Stark this was, Edrick Snowbeard’s great-grandson, him that men called Ice Eyes. He took the Wolf’s Den back, stripped the slavers naked, and gave them to the slaves he’d found chained up in the dungeons. It’s said they hung their entrails in the branches of the heart tree, as an offering to the gods. The old gods, not these new ones from the south. Your Seven know don’t know winter, and winter don’t know them
Ser Bartimus, giving a history lesson to Davos Seaworth (via himofmanyfaces)