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All
Ned
could
do
was
take
her
in
his
arms
and
hold
her
while
she
wept
.
He
looked
across
the
room
at
Robert
.
His
old
friend
,
closer
than
any
brother
.
"
Please
,
Robert
.
For
the
love
you
bear
me
.
For
the
love
you
bore
my
sister
.
Please
.
"
The
king
looked
at
them
for
a
long
moment
,
then
turned
his
eyes
on
his
wife
.
"
Damn
you
,
Cersei
,
"
he
said
with
loathing
.
Ned
stood
,
gently
disengaging
himself
from
Sansa
's
grasp
.
All
the
weariness
of
the
past
four
days
had
returned
to
him
.
"
Do
it
yourself
then
,
Robert
,
"
he
said
in
a
voice
cold
and
sharp
as
steel
.
"
At
least
have
the
courage
to
do
it
yourself
.
"
Robert
looked
at
Ned
with
flat
,
dead
eyes
and
left
without
a
word
,
his
footsteps
heavy
as
lead
.
Silence
filled
the
hall
.
"
Where
is
the
direwolf
?
"
Cersei
Lannister
asked
when
her
husband
was
gone
.
Beside
her
,
Prince
Joffrey
was
smiling
.
"
The
beast
is
chained
up
outside
the
gatehouse
,
Your
Grace
,
"
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
answered
reluctantly
.
"
Send
for
Ilyn
Payne
.
"
"
No
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
Jory
,
take
the
girls
back
to
their
rooms
and
bring
me
Ice
.
"
The
words
tasted
of
bile
in
his
throat
,
but
he
forced
them
out
.
"
If
it
must
be
done
,
I
will
do
it
.
"
Cersei
Lannister
regarded
him
suspiciously
.
"
You
,
Stark
?
Is
this
some
trick
?
Why
would
you
do
such
a
thing
?
"
They
were
all
staring
at
him
,
but
it
was
Sansa
's
look
that
cut
.
