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"
Still
,
I
should
like
to
see
it
.
"
The
old
man
opened
the
door
.
"
As
you
wish
.
I
have
it
here
somewhere
.
When
I
find
it
,
I
shall
have
it
sent
to
your
chambers
straightaway
.
"
"
You
have
been
most
courteous
,
"
Ned
told
him
.
Then
,
almost
as
an
afterthought
,
he
said
,
"
One
last
question
,
if
you
would
be
so
kind
.
You
mentioned
that
the
king
was
at
Lord
Arryn
's
bedside
when
he
died
.
I
wonder
,
was
the
queen
with
him
?
"
"
Why
,
no
,
"
Pycelle
said
.
"
She
and
the
children
were
making
the
journey
to
Casterly
Rock
,
in
company
with
her
father
.
Lord
Tywin
had
brought
a
retinue
to
the
city
for
the
tourney
on
Prince
Joffrey
's
name
day
,
no
doubt
hoping
to
see
his
son
Jaime
win
the
champion
's
crown
.
In
that
he
was
sadly
disappointed
.
It
fell
to
me
to
send
the
queen
word
of
Lord
Arryn
's
sudden
death
.
Never
have
I
sent
off
a
bird
with
a
heavier
heart
.
"
"
Dark
wings
,
dark
words
,
"
Ned
murmured
.
It
was
a
proverb
Old
Nan
had
taught
him
as
a
boy
.
"
So
the
fishwives
say
,
"
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
agreed
,
"
but
we
know
it
is
not
always
so
.
When
Maester
Luwin
's
bird
brought
the
word
about
your
Bran
,
the
message
lifted
every
true
heart
in
the
castle
,
did
it
not
?
"
"
As
you
say
,
Maester
.
"
"
The
gods
are
merciful
.
"
Pycelle
bowed
his
head
.
"
Come
to
me
as
often
as
you
like
,
Lord
Eddard
.
I
am
here
to
serve
.
"
Yes
,
Ned
thought
as
the
door
swung
shut
,
but
whom
?
