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"
It
is
Bran
,
but
not
as
you
think
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
Ned
was
lost
.
"
Then
how
?
Why
are
you
here
,
my
love
?
What
is
this
place
?
"
"
Just
what
it
appears
,
"
Littlefinger
said
,
easing
himself
onto
a
window
seat
.
"
A
brothel
.
Can
you
think
of
a
less
likely
place
to
find
a
Catelyn
Tully
?
"
He
smiled
.
"
As
it
chances
,
I
own
this
particular
establishment
,
so
arrangements
were
easily
made
.
I
am
most
anxious
to
keep
the
Lannisters
from
learning
that
Cat
is
here
in
King
's
Landing
.
"
"
Why
?
"
Ned
asked
.
He
saw
her
hands
then
,
the
awkward
way
she
held
them
,
the
raw
red
scars
,
the
stiffness
of
the
last
two
fingers
on
her
left
.
"
You
've
been
hurt
.
"
He
took
her
hands
in
his
own
,
turned
them
over
.
"
Gods
.
Those
are
deep
cuts
...
a
gash
from
a
sword
or
...
how
did
this
happen
,
my
lady
?
"
Catelyn
slid
a
dagger
out
from
under
her
cloak
and
placed
it
in
his
hand
.
"
This
blade
was
sent
to
open
Bran
's
throat
and
spill
his
life
's
blood
.
"
Ned
's
head
jerked
up
.
"
But
...
who
...
why
would
...
"
She
put
a
finger
to
his
lips
.
"
Let
me
tell
it
all
,
my
love
.
It
will
go
faster
that
way
.
Listen
.
"
So
he
listened
,
and
she
told
it
all
,
from
the
fire
in
the
library
tower
to
Varys
and
the
guardsmen
and
Littlefinger
.
And
when
she
was
done
,
Eddard
Stark
sat
dazed
beside
the
table
,
the
dagger
in
his
hand
.
Bran
's
wolf
had
saved
the
boy
's
life
,
he
thought
dully
.
What
was
it
that
Jon
had
said
when
they
found
the
pups
in
the
snow
?
Your
children
were
meant
to
have
these
pups
,
my
lord
.
And
he
had
killed
Sansa
's
,
and
for
what
?
Was
it
guilt
he
was
feeling
?
Or
fear
?
If
the
gods
had
sent
these
wolves
,
what
folly
had
he
done
?
Painfully
,
Ned
forced
his
thoughts
back
to
the
dagger
and
what
it
meant
.
"
The
Imp
's
dagger
,
"
he
repeated
.
It
made
no
sense
.
His
hand
curled
around
the
smooth
dragonbone
hilt
,
and
he
slammed
the
blade
into
the
table
,
felt
it
bite
into
the
wood
.
It
stood
mocking
him
.
"
Why
should
Tyrion
Lannister
want
Bran
dead
?
The
boy
has
never
done
him
harm
.
"
