As the heads of every Sunderland were placed on spikes atop the front gate, His Grace Jon Stark watched impassively as his orders were carried out. Every living soul in Redcliff Castle, the seat of House Sunderland, was being put to the sword. Stableboys, scullery maids, servants, crones, babies, surrendered men-at-arms, even the Maester. Pleas of mercy fell on deaf ears, and the courtyard was filled with wails and cries of pain.