“Look at each other,” Cold Wind told them. “How do you tell one man from the other? How do you know which man to kill?”

The men struggled to stand up and looked at their armors; the symbols of their Houses were torn and broken, not visible anymore.

“No two men on this field have the same face, but can you tell them apart now?”

The men gazed at each other trying to distinguish brothers from enemies, yet the blood covering their faces made all of them alike.