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The Hound nodded and said frankly, "I heard some rumors too."
Gryn had loosened his grip on information about the White Walkers somewhat, and with the recent swirl of rumors around Winterfell, it had become an open secret.
However.
Before the White Walkers truly appeared, the news would still be nothing more than a rumor.
Allowing a few ambiguous claims to spread in secret was an understanding between Gryn and Winterfell. Before they were prepared, a rash outbreak of widespread panic would only weaken the Seven Kingdoms' strength against the White Walkers.
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This was also why Gryn had not rushed to wipe out Stannis. He would first use a reasonable pretext to mobilize troops and stabilize The North—the forward position against the White Walkers.
Only then could he more calmly soothe the southern lands, panicked by the White Walkers.
Finally, he would unite the strength of the Seven Kingdoms and crush the White Walker invasion.
Gryn stopped walking. With his back to The Hound, he paused, then sighed softly. "May The Gods bless the Seven Kingdoms."
The Hound's eyes trembled faintly. He was a man of few words; perhaps it was precisely because of that that his instincts had grown ever sharper.
At that moment, he was nearly certain that the war between humanity and the White Walkers was close at hand. That was also the true reason the king had personally visited Winterfell.
The king had not chosen to hide such vital intelligence from him. How was he supposed to repay such immense trust?
The Hound's broad chest rose and fell slightly.
He was clearly