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"
I
did
.
"
Ned
sipped
politely
at
the
iced
milk
.
It
was
pleasantly
cold
,
but
oversweet
to
his
taste
.
"
If
truth
be
told
,
the
Hand
had
not
seemed
quite
himself
for
some
time
,
"
Pycelle
said
.
"
We
had
sat
together
on
council
many
a
year
,
he
and
I
,
and
the
signs
were
there
to
read
,
but
I
put
them
down
to
the
great
burdens
he
had
borne
so
faithfully
for
so
long
.
Those
broad
shoulders
were
weighed
down
by
all
the
cares
of
the
realm
,
and
more
besides
.
His
son
was
ever
sickly
,
and
his
lady
wife
so
anxious
that
she
would
scarcely
let
the
boy
out
of
her
sight
.
It
was
enough
to
weary
even
a
strong
man
,
and
the
Lord
Jon
was
not
young
.
Small
wonder
if
he
seemed
melancholy
and
tired
.
Or
so
I
thought
at
the
time
.
Yet
now
I
am
less
certain
.
"
He
gave
a
ponderous
shake
of
his
head
.
"
What
can
you
tell
me
of
his
final
illness
?
"
The
Grand
Maester
spread
his
hands
in
a
gesture
of
helpless
sorrow
.
"
He
came
to
me
one
day
asking
after
a
certain
book
,
as
hale
and
healthy
as
ever
,
though
it
did
seem
to
me
that
something
was
troubling
him
deeply
.
The
next
morning
he
was
twisted
over
in
pain
,
too
sick
to
rise
from
bed
.
Maester
Colemon
thought
it
was
a
chill
on
the
stomach
.
The
weather
had
been
hot
,
and
the
Hand
often
iced
his
wine
,
which
can
upset
the
digestion
.
When
Lord
Jon
continued
to
weaken
,
I
went
to
him
myself
,
but
the
gods
did
not
grant
me
the
power
to
save
him
.
"
"
I
have
heard
that
you
sent
Maester
Colemon
away
.
"
The
Grand
Maester
's
nod
was
as
slow
and
deliberate
as
a
glacier
.
"
I
did
,
and
I
fear
the
Lady
Lysa
will
never
forgive
me
that
.
Maybe
I
was
wrong
,
but
at
the
time
I
thought
it
best
.
Maester
Colemon
is
like
a
son
to
me
,
and
I
yield
to
none
in
my
esteem
for
his
abilities
,
but
he
is
young
,
and
the
young
ofttimes
do
not
comprehend
the
frailty
of
an
older
body
.
He
was
purging
Lord
Arryn
with
wasting
potions
and
pepper
juice
,
and
I
feared
he
might
kill
him
.
"
"
Did
Lord
Arryn
say
anything
to
you
during
his
final
hours
?
"
Pycelle
wrinkled
his
brow
.
"
In
the
last
stage
of
his
fever
,
the
Hand
called
out
the
name
Robert
several
times
,
but
whether
he
was
asking
for
his
son
or
for
the
king
I
could
not
say
.
Lady
Lysa
would
not
permit
the
boy
to
enter
the
sickroom
,
for
fear
that
he
too
might
be
taken
ill
.
The
king
did
come
,
and
he
sat
beside
the
bed
for
hours
,
talking
and
joking
of
times
long
past
in
hopes
of
raising
Lord
Jon
's
spirits
.
His
love
was
fierce
to
see
.
"
