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"
Do
you
Starks
have
nought
but
snow
between
your
ears
?
"
Littlefinger
asked
.
"
The
Imp
would
never
have
acted
alone
.
"
Ned
rose
and
paced
the
length
of
the
room
.
"
If
the
queen
had
a
role
in
this
or
,
gods
forbid
,
the
king
himself
...
no
,
I
will
not
believe
that
.
"
Yet
even
as
he
said
the
words
,
he
remembered
that
chill
morning
on
the
barrowlands
,
and
Robert
's
talk
of
sending
hired
knives
after
the
Targaryen
princess
.
He
remembered
Rhaegar
's
infant
son
,
the
red
ruin
of
his
skull
,
and
the
way
the
king
had
turned
away
,
as
he
had
turned
away
in
Darry
's
audience
hall
not
so
long
ago
.
He
could
still
hear
Sansa
pleading
,
as
Lyanna
had
pleaded
once
.
"
Most
likely
the
king
did
not
know
,
"
Littlefinger
said
.
"
It
would
not
be
the
first
time
.
Our
good
Robert
is
practiced
at
closing
his
eyes
to
things
he
would
rather
not
see
.
"
Ned
had
no
reply
for
that
.
The
face
of
the
butcher
's
boy
swam
up
before
his
eyes
,
cloven
almost
in
two
,
and
afterward
the
king
had
said
not
a
word
.
His
head
was
pounding
.
Littlefinger
sauntered
over
to
the
table
,
wrenched
the
knife
from
the
wood
.
"
The
accusation
is
treason
either
way
.
Accuse
the
king
and
you
will
dance
with
Ilyn
Payne
before
the
words
are
out
of
your
mouth
.
The
queen
...
if
you
can
find
proof
,
and
if
you
can
make
Robert
listen
,
then
perhaps
...
"
"
We
have
proof
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
We
have
the
dagger
.
"
"
This
?
"
Littlefinger
flipped
the
knife
casually
end
over
end
.
"
A
sweet
piece
of
steel
,
but
it
cuts
two
ways
,
my
lord
.
The
Imp
will
no
doubt
swear
the
blade
was
lost
or
stolen
while
he
was
at
Winterfell
,
and
with
his
hireling
dead
,
who
is
there
to
give
him
the
lie
?
"
He
tossed
the
knife
lightly
to
Ned
.
"
My
counsel
is
to
drop
that
in
the
river
and
forget
that
it
was
ever
forged
.
"
Ned
regarded
him
coldly
.
"
Lord
Baelish
,
I
am
a
Stark
of
Winterfell
.
My
son
lies
crippled
,
perhaps
dying
.
He
would
be
dead
,
and
Catelyn
with
him
,
but
for
a
wolf
pup
we
found
in
the
snow
.
If
you
truly
believe
I
could
forget
that
,
you
are
as
big
a
fool
now
as
when
you
took
up
sword
against
my
brother
.
"
"
A
fool
I
may
be
,
Stark
...
yet
I
'm
still
here
,
while
your
brother
has
been
moldering
in
his
frozen
grave
for
some
fourteen
years
now
.
If
you
are
so
eager
to
molder
beside
him
,
far
be
it
from
me
to
dissuade
you
,
but
I
would
rather
not
be
included
in
the
party
,
thank
you
very
much
.
"
