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Eddard

           I’msorry."

           Sansa’seyesfilledwithtears."Butwhy?"

           "Sansa,yourlordfatherknowsbest,"SeptaMordanesaid."Youarenottoquestionhisdecisions."

           "It’snotfair!"Sansapushedbackfromhertable,knockedoverherchair,andranweepingfromthesolar.

           SeptaMordanerose,butNedgesturedherbacktoherseat."Lethergo,Septa.IwilltrytomakeherunderstandwhenweareallsafelybackinWinterfell."Theseptabowedherheadandsatdowntofinishherbreakfast.

           ItwasanhourlaterwhenGrandMaesterPycellecametoEddardStarkinhissolar.Hisshouldersslumped,asiftheweightofthegreatmaester’schainaroundhisneckhadbecometoogreattobear."Mylord,"hesaid,"KingRobertisgone.Thegodsgivehimrest."

           "No,"Nedanswered."Hehatedrest.Thegodsgivehimloveandlaughter,andthejoyofrighteousbattle."Itwasstrangehowemptyhefelt.Hehadbeenexpectingthevisit,andyetwiththosewords,somethingdiedwithinhim.Hewouldhavegivenallhistitlesforthefreedomtoweep...buthewasRobert’sHand,andthehourhedreadedhadcome."Besogoodastosummonthemembersofthecouncilheretomysolar,"hetoldPycelle.TheToweroftheHandwasassecureasheandTomardcouldmakeit;hecouldnotsaythesameforthecouncilchambers.

           "Mylord?"Pycelleblinked."Surelytheaffairsofthekingdomwillkeeptillthemorrow,whenourgriefisnotsofresh."

           Nedwasquietbutfirm."Ifearwemustconveneatonce."

           Pycellebowed."AstheHandcommands."

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