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He
had
no
taste
for
these
intrigues
,
but
he
was
beginning
to
realize
that
they
were
meat
and
mead
to
a
man
like
Littlefinger
.
At
the
foot
of
the
steps
was
a
heavy
door
of
oak
and
iron
.
Petyr
Baelish
lifted
the
crossbar
and
gestured
Ned
through
.
They
stepped
out
into
the
ruddy
glow
of
dusk
,
on
a
rocky
bluff
high
above
the
river
.
"
We
're
outside
the
castle
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
You
are
a
hard
man
to
fool
,
Stark
,
"
Littlefinger
said
with
a
smirk
.
"
Was
it
the
sun
that
gave
it
away
,
or
the
sky
?
Follow
me
.
There
are
niches
cut
in
the
rock
.
Try
not
to
fall
to
your
death
,
Catelyn
would
never
understand
.
"
With
that
,
he
was
over
the
side
of
the
cliff
,
descending
as
quick
as
a
monkey
.
Ned
studied
the
rocky
face
of
the
bluff
for
a
moment
,
then
followed
more
slowly
.
The
niches
were
there
,
as
Littlefinger
had
promised
,
shallow
cuts
that
would
be
invisible
from
below
,
unless
you
knew
just
where
to
look
for
them
.
The
river
was
a
long
,
dizzying
distance
below
.
Ned
kept
his
face
pressed
to
the
rock
and
tried
not
to
look
down
any
more
often
than
he
had
to
.
When
at
last
he
reached
the
bottom
,
a
narrow
,
muddy
trail
along
the
water
's
edge
,
Littlefinger
was
lazing
against
a
rock
and
eating
an
apple
.
He
was
almost
down
to
the
core
.
"
You
are
growing
old
and
slow
,
Stark
,
"
he
said
,
flipping
the
apple
casually
into
the
rushing
water
.
"
No
matter
,
we
ride
the
rest
of
the
way
.
"
He
had
two
horses
waiting
.
Ned
mounted
up
and
trotted
behind
him
,
down
the
trail
and
into
the
city
.
Finally
Baelish
drew
rein
in
front
of
a
ramshackle
building
,
three
stories
,
timbered
,
its
windows
bright
with
lamplight
in
the
gathering
dusk
.
The
sounds
of
music
and
raucous
laughter
drifted
out
and
floated
over
the
water
.
Beside
the
door
swung
an
ornate
oil
lamp
on
a
heavy
chain
,
with
a
globe
of
leaded
red
glass
.
Ned
Stark
dismounted
in
a
fury
.
"
A
brothel
,
"
he
said
as
he
seized
Littlefinger
by
the
shoulder
and
spun
him
around
.
"
You
've
brought
me
all
this
way
to
take
me
to
a
brothel
.
"
"
Your
wife
is
inside
,
"
Littlefinger
said
.
It
was
the
final
insult
.
"
Brandon
was
too
kind
to
you
,
"
Ned
said
as
he
slammed
the
small
man
back
against
a
wall
and
shoved
his
dagger
up
under
the
little
pointed
chin
beard
.
"
My
lord
,
no
,
"
an
urgent
voice
called
out
.
"
He
speaks
the
truth
.
"
There
were
footsteps
behind
him
.
