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Eddard

           FinallyBaelishdrewreininfrontofaramshacklebuilding,threestories,timbered,itswindowsbrightwithlamplightinthegatheringdusk.Thesoundsofmusicandraucouslaughterdriftedoutandfloatedoverthewater.Besidethedoorswunganornateoillamponaheavychain,withaglobeofleadedredglass.

           NedStarkdismountedinafury."Abrothel,"hesaidasheseizedLittlefingerbytheshoulderandspunhimaround."You’vebroughtmeallthiswaytotakemetoabrothel."

           "Yourwifeisinside,"Littlefingersaid.

           Itwasthefinalinsult."Brandonwastookindtoyou,"Nedsaidasheslammedthesmallmanbackagainstawallandshovedhisdaggerupunderthelittlepointedchinbeard.

           "Mylord,no,"anurgentvoicecalledout."Hespeaksthetruth."Therewerefootstepsbehindhim.

           Nedspun,knifeinhand,asanoldwhite-hairedmanhurriedtowardthem.Hewasdressedinbrownroughspun,andthesoftfleshunderhischinwobbledasheran."Thisisnobusinessofyours,"Nedbegan;then,suddenly,therecognitioncame.Heloweredthedagger,astonished."SerRodrik?"

           RodrikCasselnodded."Yourladyawaitsyouupstairs."

           Nedwaslost."Catelynistrulyhere?ThisisnotsomestrangejapeofLittlefinger’s?"Hesheathedhisblade.

           "Wouldthatitwere,Stark,"Littlefingersaid."Followme,andtrytolookashademorelecherousandashadelessliketheKing’sHand.Itwouldnotdotohaveyourecognized.Perhapsyoucouldfondleabreastortwo,justinpassing."

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