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Eddard

           Therewerefools,evenintheCitadel,whotookthattomeanthattheGreatSummerhadcomeatlast,thesummerthatneverends,butintheseventhyearitbrokesuddenly,andwehadashortautumnandaterriblelongwinter.Still,theheatwasfiercewhileitlasted.Oldtownsteamedandswelteredbydayandcamealiveonlybynight.Wewouldwalkinthegardensbytheriverandargueaboutthegods.Irememberthesmellsofthosenights,mylordperfumeandsweat,melonsripetobursting,peachesandpomegranates,nightshadeandmoonbloom.Iwasayoungmanthen,stillforgingmychain.Theheatdidnotexhaustmeasitdoesnow."Pycelle’seyesweresoheavilyliddedhelookedhalf-asleep."Mypardons,LordEddard.Youdidnotcometohearfoolishmeanderingsofasummerforgottenbeforeyourfatherwasborn.Forgiveanoldmanhiswanderings,ifyouwould.Mindsarelikeswords,Idofear.Theoldonesgotorust.Ah,andhereisourmilk."Theservinggirlplacedthetraybetweenthem,andPycellegaveherasmile."Sweetchild."Heliftedacup,tasted,nodded."Thankyou.Youmaygo."

           Whenthegirlhadtakenherleave,PycellepeeredatNedthroughpale,rheumyeyes."Nowwherewerewe?Oh,yes.YouaskedaboutLordArryn..."

           "Idid."Nedsippedpolitelyattheicedmilk.Itwaspleasantlycold,butoversweettohistaste.

           "Iftruthbetold,theHandhadnotseemedquitehimselfforsometime,"Pycellesaid.

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