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Catelyn

           Hegraspedthebladebetweenthumbandforefinger,drewitbackoverhisshoulder,andthrewitacrosstheroomwithapracticedflickofhiswrist.Itstruckthedoorandburieditselfdeepintheoak,quivering."It’smine."

           "Yours?"Itmadenosense.PetyrhadnotbeenatWinterfell.

           "UntilthetourneyonPrinceJoffrey’snameday,"hesaid,crossingtheroomtowrenchthedaggerfromthewood."IbackedSerJaimeinthejousting,alongwithhalfthecourt."Petyr’ssheepishgrinmadehimlookhalfaboyagain."WhenLorasTyrellunhorsedhim,manyofusbecameatriflepoorer.SerJaimelostahundredgoldendragons,thequeenlostanemeraldpendant,andIlostmyknife.HerGracegottheemeraldback,butthewinnerkepttherest."

           "Who?"Catelyndemanded,hermouthdrywithfear.Herfingersachedwithrememberedpain.

           "TheImp,"saidLittlefingerasLordVaryswatchedherface."TyrionLannister."

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