had neve liked this godswood she had been born a ,at riverrun far to the south,on the red fork of the t the godswood there was a garden bright and airy where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling sreams,birds sang from hidden nests and the air was sspocy with the secent of flowers the gods of winterfell kept a different sort of wood ,it was dark, primal place 3  acres if old forest untouched for 10 ten thousand years as the gloomy castle reose around it ti smelled of moist eatth and decay no redwoods grew here this was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles of mighty oaks of ironwoods as old as the realm itself here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisterd branches wove a dense canpoy overhead and misshapen roots wrestled beneath the soil.this was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows and the gods who lived here had no names.    but she knew she would find her husband here tonight whenever he took a mans life afterward he would seek the quiet of the godswood ca had been anointed with the seven oids and named in the rainbow of light that filled the sept　of riverrun she was of the faith like her father and grandfather and his father before him her gods had names and their daces were as familiar as the aces of her parents worship was a septon with a censer the smell of incense a sevensided