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"
Would
that
we
could
,
"
Ned
said
,
"
but
we
have
duties
now
,
my
liege
...
to
the
realm
,
to
our
children
,
I
to
my
lady
wife
and
you
to
your
queen
.
We
are
not
the
boys
we
were
.
"
"
You
were
never
the
boy
you
were
,
"
Robert
grumbled
.
"
More
's
the
pity
.
And
yet
there
was
that
one
time
...
what
was
her
name
,
that
common
girl
of
yours
?
Becca
?
No
,
she
was
one
of
mine
,
gods
love
her
,
black
hair
and
these
sweet
big
eyes
,
you
could
drown
in
them
.
Yours
was
...
Aleena
?
No
.
You
told
me
once
.
Was
it
Merryl
?
You
know
the
one
I
mean
,
your
bastard
's
mother
?
"
"
Her
name
was
Wylla
,
"
Ned
replied
with
cool
courtesy
,
"
and
I
would
sooner
not
speak
of
her
.
"
"
Wylla
.
Yes
.
"
The
king
grinned
.
"
She
must
have
been
a
rare
wench
if
she
could
make
Lord
Eddard
Stark
forget
his
honor
,
even
for
an
hour
.
You
never
told
me
what
she
looked
like
...
"
Ned
's
mouth
tightened
in
anger
.
"
Nor
will
I.
Leave
it
be
,
Robert
,
for
the
love
you
say
you
bear
me
.
I
dishonored
myself
and
I
dishonored
Catelyn
,
in
the
sight
of
gods
and
men
.
"
"
Gods
have
mercy
,
you
scarcely
knew
Catelyn
.
"
"
I
had
taken
her
to
wife
.
She
was
carrying
my
child
.
"
"
You
are
too
hard
on
yourself
,
Ned
.
You
always
were
.
Damn
it
,
no
woman
wants
Baelor
the
Blessed
in
her
bed
.
"
He
slapped
a
hand
on
his
knee
.
"
Well
,
I
'll
not
press
you
if
you
feel
so
strong
about
it
,
though
I
swear
,
at
times
you
're
so
prickly
you
ought
to
take
the
hedgehog
as
your
sigil
.
"
The
rising
sun
sent
fingers
of
light
through
the
pale
white
mists
of
dawn
.
A
wide
plain
spread
out
beneath
them
,
bare
and
brown
,
its
flatness
here
and
there
relieved
by
long
,
low
hummocks
.
Ned
pointed
them
out
to
his
king
.
"
The
barrows
of
the
First
Men
.
"
