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Eddard

           Ithoughtyouhadbestknow,indeed...asifCerseihadnotinstructedhimtopassalongherfather’sthreats.Hehopedhisresponserattledthoseperfectteethofhers.NedwasnotnearasconfidentofRobertashepretended,buttherewasnoreasonCerseineedknowthat.

           WhenPycellewasgone,Nedcalledforacupofhoneyedwine.Thatcloudedthemindaswell,yetnotasbadly.Heneededtobeabletothink.Athousandtimes,heaskedhimselfwhatJonArrynmighthavedone,hadhelivedlongenoughtoactonwhathe’dlearned.Orperhapshehadacted,anddiedforit.

           Itwasqueerhowsometimesachild’sinnocenteyescanseethingsthatgrownmenareblindto.Someday,whenSansawasgrown,hewouldhavetotellherhowshehadmadeitallcomeclearforhim.He’snottheleastbitlikethatolddrunkenking,shehaddeclared,angryandunknowing,andthesimpletruthofithadtwistedinsidehim,coldasdeath.ThiswastheswordthatkilledJonArryn,Nedthoughtthen,anditwillkillRobertaswell,aslowerdeathbutfullascertain.Shatteredlegsmayhealintime,butsomebetrayalsfesterandpoisonthesoul.

           LittlefingercamecallinganhouraftertheGrandMaesterhadleft,cladinaplum-coloreddoubletwithamockingbirdembroideredonthebreastinblackthread,andastripedcloakofblackandwhite."Icannotvisitlong,mylord,"heannounced."LadyTandaexpectsmetolunchwithher.Nodoubtshewillroastmeafattedcalf.Ifit’snearasfattedasherdaughter,I’mliketoruptureanddie.

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