Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.
“The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. ‘In this light she could almost be a beauty’, he thought. 'In this light she could almost be a knight’.”
And then Brienne burst into the room, stabbing Ramsay with Oathkeeper before he could approach Lady Sansa. The knight then took the lady with one hand and Theon Greyjoy with the other and ran out as Podrick Payne shouted ‘The North Remembers!’ while throwing wildfire at the Boltons.