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Littlefinger
winced
.
"
My
lord
,
step
over
here
to
the
window
,
if
you
would
be
so
kind
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Come
,
and
I
'll
show
you
,
my
lord
.
"
Frowning
,
Ned
crossed
to
the
window
.
Petyr
Baelish
made
a
casual
gesture
.
"
There
,
across
the
yard
,
at
the
door
of
the
armory
,
do
you
see
the
boy
squatting
by
the
steps
honing
a
sword
with
an
oilstone
?
"
"
What
of
him
?
"
"
He
reports
to
Varys
.
The
Spider
has
taken
a
great
interest
in
you
and
all
your
doings
.
"
He
shifted
in
the
window
seat
.
"
Now
glance
at
the
wall
.
Farther
west
,
above
the
stables
.
The
guardsman
leaning
on
the
ramparts
?
"
Ned
saw
the
man
.
"
Another
of
the
eunuch
's
whisperers
?
"
"
No
,
this
one
belongs
to
the
queen
.
Notice
that
he
enjoys
a
fine
view
of
the
door
to
this
tower
,
the
better
to
note
who
calls
on
you
.
There
are
others
,
many
unknown
even
to
me
.
The
Red
Keep
is
full
of
eyes
.
Why
do
you
think
I
hid
Cat
in
a
brothel
?
"
Eddard
Stark
had
no
taste
for
these
intrigues
.
"
Seven
hells
,
"
he
swore
.
It
did
seem
as
though
the
man
on
the
walls
was
watching
him
.
Suddenly
uncomfortable
,
Ned
moved
away
from
the
window
.
"
Is
everyone
someone
's
informer
in
this
cursed
city
?
"
