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Her
father
had
been
fighting
with
the
council
again
.
Arya
could
see
it
on
his
face
when
he
came
to
table
,
late
again
,
as
he
had
been
so
often
.
The
first
course
,
a
thick
sweet
soup
made
with
pumpkins
,
had
already
been
taken
away
when
Ned
Stark
strode
into
the
Small
Hall
.
They
called
it
that
to
set
it
apart
from
the
Great
Hall
,
where
the
king
could
feast
a
thousand
,
but
it
was
a
long
room
with
a
high
vaulted
ceiling
and
bench
space
for
two
hundred
at
its
trestle
tables
.
"
My
lord
,
"
Jory
said
when
Father
entered
.
He
rose
to
his
feet
,
and
the
rest
of
the
guard
rose
with
him
.
Each
man
wore
a
new
cloak
,
heavy
grey
wool
with
a
white
satin
border
.
A
hand
of
beaten
silver
clutched
the
woolen
folds
of
each
cloak
and
marked
their
wearers
as
men
of
the
Hand
's
household
guard
.
There
were
only
fifty
of
them
,
so
most
of
the
benches
were
empty
.
"
Be
seated
,
"
Eddard
Stark
said
.
"
I
see
you
have
started
without
me
.
I
am
pleased
to
know
there
are
still
some
men
of
sense
in
this
city
.
"
He
signaled
for
the
meal
to
resume
.
The
servants
began
bringing
out
platters
of
ribs
,
roasted
in
a
crust
of
garlic
and
herbs
.
"
The
talk
in
the
yard
is
we
shall
have
a
tourney
,
my
lord
,
"
Jory
said
as
he
resumed
his
seat
.
"
They
say
that
knights
will
come
from
all
over
the
realm
to
joust
and
feast
in
honor
of
your
appointment
as
Hand
of
the
King
.
"
Arya
could
see
that
her
father
was
not
very
happy
about
that
.
"
Do
they
also
say
this
is
the
last
thing
in
the
world
I
would
have
wished
?
"
Sansa
's
eyes
had
grown
wide
as
the
plates
.
"
A
tourney
,
"
she
breathed
.
She
was
seated
between
Septa
Mordane
and
Jeyne
Poole
,
as
far
from
Arya
as
she
could
get
without
drawing
a
reproach
from
Father
.
"
Will
we
be
permitted
to
go
,
Father
?
"
"
You
know
my
feelings
,
Sansa
.
It
seems
I
must
arrange
Robert
's
games
and
pretend
to
be
honored
for
his
sake
.
That
does
not
mean
I
must
subject
my
daughters
to
this
folly
.
"
"
Oh
,
please
,
"
Sansa
said
.
"
I
want
to
see
.
"
Septa
Mordane
spoke
up
.
"
Princess
Myrcella
will
be
there
,
my
lord
,
and
her
younger
than
Lady
Sansa
.
All
the
ladies
of
the
court
will
be
expected
at
a
grand
event
like
this
,
and
as
the
tourney
is
in
your
honor
,
it
would
look
queer
if
your
family
did
not
attend
.
"
