A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, p. 349"I have heard your bleatings, Lord Ambrose, and I believe one word in ten. On that account I will allow you to retain a tenth part of your fortune. You may keep your wife as well. I wish you joy of her.
"And Whitewalls?" asked Butterwell, with a quavering voice.
"Forfeit to the Iron Throne. I mean to pull it down stone by stone and sow the ground that it stands upon with salt. In twenty years, no one will remember it existed. Old fools and young malcontents still make pilgrimages to the Redgrass Fields to plan flowers on the spot Daemon Blackfyre fell. I will not suffer Whitewalls to become another monument to the black dragon."