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"
I
had
hoped
to
see
the
girls
...
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
That
would
be
most
unwise
,
"
Littlefinger
put
in
.
"
The
Red
Keep
is
full
of
curious
eyes
,
and
children
talk
.
"
"
He
speaks
truly
,
my
love
,
"
Ned
told
her
.
He
embraced
her
.
"
Take
Ser
Rodrik
and
ride
for
Winterfell
.
I
will
watch
over
the
girls
.
Go
home
to
our
sons
and
keep
them
safe
.
"
"
As
you
say
,
my
lord
.
"
Catelyn
lifted
her
face
,
and
Ned
kissed
her
.
Her
maimed
fingers
clutched
against
his
back
with
a
desperate
strength
,
as
if
to
hold
him
safe
forever
in
the
shelter
of
her
arms
.
"
Would
the
lord
and
lady
like
the
use
of
a
bedchamber
?
"
asked
Littlefinger
.
"
I
should
warn
you
,
Stark
,
we
usually
charge
for
that
sort
of
thing
around
here
.
"
"
A
moment
alone
,
that
's
all
I
ask
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
Very
well
.
"
Littlefinger
strolled
to
the
door
.
"
Do
n't
be
too
long
.
It
is
past
time
the
Hand
and
I
returned
to
the
castle
,
before
our
absence
is
noted
.
"
Catelyn
went
to
him
and
took
his
hands
in
her
own
.
"
I
will
not
forget
the
help
you
gave
me
,
Petyr
.
When
your
men
came
for
me
,
I
did
not
know
whether
they
were
taking
me
to
a
friend
or
an
enemy
.
I
have
found
you
more
than
a
friend
.
I
have
found
a
brother
I
'd
thought
lost
.
"
Petyr
Baelish
smiled
.
"
I
am
desperately
sentimental
,
sweet
lady
.
Best
not
tell
anyone
.
I
have
spent
years
convincing
the
court
that
I
am
wicked
and
cruel
,
and
I
should
hate
to
see
all
that
hard
work
go
for
naught
.
"
Ned
believed
not
a
word
of
that
,
but
he
kept
his
voice
polite
as
he
said
,
"
You
have
my
thanks
as
well
,
Lord
Baelish
.
"
