"That's perfect," Robb promised her with a nod. "Practice drawing it during the journey so that you get used to it. Take time to hold it, get used to the feel of it so that if you do need to use it, you're familiar with the weight of it and how it feels in your hand, all right?" There would likely be little enough else to do on the long walk ahead of her.

Stepping around behind her, Robb guided Margaery's hand to withdraw the knife from the belt. "Hold it firmly; it can get knocked away easier than it may seem. Like this." He folded his hand over hers over the hilt. "Always hold it so that the blade is facing up and out. If you're holding it this way—" He reached to spin the knife around so that the blade was downward. "One unexpected knock and you could end up injuring yourself, do you see?"