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Eddard

           Nedglimpsedringmailoverleather,gauntletsandgreaves,steelhelmswithgoldenlionsonthecrests.Theircloaksclungtotheirbacks,soddenwithrain.Hehadnotimetocount,butthereweretenatleast,alineofthem,onfoot,blockingthestreet,withlongswordsandiron-tippedspears."Behind!"heheardWylcry,andwhenheturnedhishorse,thereweremoreinbackofthem,cuttingofftheirretreat.Jory’sswordcamesingingfromitsscabbard."Makewayordie!"

           "Thewolvesarehowling,"theirleadersaid.Nedcouldseerainrunningdownhisface."Suchasmallpack,though."

           Littlefingerwalkedhishorseforward,stepbycarefulstep."Whatisthemeaningofthis?ThisistheHandoftheKing."

           "HewastheHandoftheKing."Themudmuffledthehoovesofthebloodbaystallion.Thelinepartedbeforehim.Onagoldenbreastplate,thelionofLannisterroareditsdefiance."Now,iftruthbetold,I’mnotsurewhatheis."

           "Lannister,thisismadness,"Littlefingersaid."Letuspass.Weareexpectedbackatthecastle.Whatdoyouthinkyou’redoing?"

           "Heknowswhathe’sdoing,"Nedsaidcalmly.

           JaimeLannistersmiled."Quitetrue.I’mlookingformybrother.Youremembermybrother,don’tyou,LordStark?HewaswithusatWinterfell.Fair-haired,mismatchedeyes,sharpoftongue.Ashortman."

           "Irememberhimwell,"Nedreplied.

           "Itwouldseemhehasmetsometroubleontheroad.Mylordfatherisquitevexed.

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