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Eddard

           Hesweptthelanterninawidesemicircle.Shadowsmovedandlurched.Flickeringlighttouchedthestonesunderfootandbrushedagainstalongprocessionofgranitepillarsthatmarchedahead,twobytwo,intothedark.Betweenthepillars,thedeadsatontheirstonethronesagainstthewalls,backsagainstthesepulchresthatcontainedtheirmortalremains."Sheisdownattheend,withFatherandBrandon."

           HeledthewaybetweenthepillarsandRobertfollowedwordlessly,shiveringinthesubterraneanchill.Itwasalwayscolddownhere.TheirfootstepsrangoffthestonesandechoedinthevaultoverheadastheywalkedamongthedeadofHouseStark.TheLordsofWinterfellwatchedthempass.Theirlikenesseswerecarvedintothestonesthatsealedthetombs.Inlongrowstheysat,blindeyesstaringoutintoeternaldarkness,whilegreatstonedirewolvescurledroundtheirfeet.Theshiftingshadowsmadethestonefiguresseemtostirasthelivingpassedby.

           ByancientcustomanironlongswordhadbeenlaidacrossthelapofeachwhohadbeenLordofWinterfell,tokeepthevengefulspiritsintheircrypts.Theoldesthadlongagorustedawaytonothing,leavingonlyafewredstainswherethemetalhadrestedonstone.Nedwonderedifthatmeantthoseghostswerefreetoroamthecastlenow.Hehopednot.ThefirstLordsofWinterfellhadbeenmenhardasthelandtheyruled.InthecenturiesbeforetheDragonlordscameoverthesea,theyhadswornallegiancetonoman,stylingthemselvestheKingsintheNorth.

           Nedstoppedatlastandliftedtheoillantern.

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