The given deadline of fifty days seemed plenty, but the weather was becoming more and more vicious, and he had seen plenty of snowfall and blizzards in the last five days. The ride to Casterly Rock should have taken around three days with his spare horses, yet he was only arriving on the evening of the fifth day. Jaime could only imagine how much worse the weather was in the North, where it snowed even in the summer. The roads to the Rock were either a slop of cold mud or covered with knee-deep snow. Honour had died from exhaustion, and Glory was barely alive when he finally reached Sarsfield. He had gotten three good horses from House Sarsfield and named them Duty, Valour, and Justice and continued riding back home after only three hours of sleep and a quick meal.