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Eddard

           "Asyouwill.Gods,whyisitsocoldinhere?"

           Theservantsrushedbackinandhurriedtofeedthefires.Thequeenhadgone;thatwassomesmallrelief,atleast.Ifshehadanysense,Cerseiwouldtakeherchildrenandflybeforethebreakofday,Nedthought.Shehadlingeredtoolongalready.

           KingRobertdidnotseemtomissher.HebidhisbrotherRenlyandGrandMaesterPycelletostandinwitnessashepressedhissealintothehotyellowwaxthatNedhaddrippeduponhisletter."Nowgivemesomethingforthepainandletmedie."

           HurriedlyGrandMaesterPycellemixedhimanotherdraughtofthemilkofthepoppy.Thistimethekingdrankdeeply.Hisblackbeardwasbeadedwiththickwhitedropletswhenhethrewtheemptycupaside."WillIdream?"

           Nedgavehimhisanswer."Youwill,mylord."

           "Good,"hesaid,smiling."IwillgiveLyannayourlove,Ned.Takecareofmychildrenforme."

           ThewordstwistedinNed’sbellylikeaknife.Foramomenthewasataloss.Hecouldnotbringhimselftolie.Thenherememberedthebastards:littleBarraathermother’sbreast,MyaintheVale,Gendryathisforge,andalltheothers."Ishall...guardyourchildrenasiftheyweremyown,"hesaidslowly.

           Robertnoddedandclosedhiseyes.Nedwatchedhisoldfriendsagsoftlyintothepillowsasthemilkofthepoppywashedthepainfromhisface.Sleeptookhim.

           HeavychainsjangledsoftlyasGrandMaesterPycellecameuptoNed."Iwilldoallinmypower,mylord,butthewoundhasmortified.Ittookthemtwodaystogethimback.

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