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On
the
way
back
to
his
chambers
,
he
came
upon
his
daughter
Arya
on
the
winding
steps
of
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
windmilling
her
arms
as
she
struggled
to
balance
on
one
leg
.
The
rough
stone
had
scuffed
her
bare
feet
.
Ned
stopped
and
looked
at
her
.
"
Arya
,
what
are
you
doing
?
"
"
Syrio
says
a
water
dancer
can
stand
on
one
toe
for
hours
.
"
Her
hands
flailed
at
the
air
to
steady
herself
.
Ned
had
to
smile
.
"
Which
toe
?
"
he
teased
.
"
Any
toe
,
"
Arya
said
,
exasperated
with
the
question
.
She
hopped
from
her
right
leg
to
her
left
,
swaying
dangerously
before
she
regained
her
balance
.
"
Must
you
do
your
standing
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
's
a
long
hard
fall
down
these
steps
.
"
"
Syrio
says
a
water
dancer
never
falls
.
"
She
lowered
her
leg
to
stand
on
two
feet
.
"
Father
,
will
Bran
come
and
live
with
us
now
?
"
"
Not
for
a
long
time
,
sweet
one
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
He
needs
to
win
his
strength
back
.
"
Arya
bit
her
lip
.
"
What
will
Bran
do
when
he
's
of
age
?
"
Ned
knelt
beside
her
.
"
He
has
years
to
find
that
answer
,
Arya
.
For
now
,
it
is
enough
to
know
that
he
will
live
.
"
The
night
the
bird
had
come
from
Winterfell
,
Eddard
Stark
had
taken
the
girls
to
the
castle
godswood
,
an
acre
of
elm
and
alder
and
black
cottonwood
overlooking
the
river
.
The
heart
tree
there
was
a
great
oak
,
its
ancient
limbs
overgrown
with
smokeberry
vines
;
they
knelt
before
it
to
offer
their
thanksgiving
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
weirwood
.
Sansa
drifted
to
sleep
as
the
moon
rose
,
Arya
several
hours
later
,
curling
up
in
the
grass
under
Ned
's
cloak
.
All
through
the
dark
hours
he
kept
his
vigil
alone
.
When
dawn
broke
over
the
city
,
the
dark
red
blooms
of
dragon
's
breath
surrounded
the
girls
where
they
lay
.
"
I
dreamed
of
Bran
,
"
Sansa
had
whispered
to
him
.
"
I
saw
him
smiling
.
"
