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"
Scarcely
,
"
said
Littlefinger
.
He
counted
on
the
fingers
on
his
hand
.
"
Why
,
there
's
me
,
you
,
the
king
...
although
,
come
to
think
on
it
,
the
king
tells
the
queen
much
too
much
,
and
I
'm
less
than
certain
about
you
.
"
He
stood
up
.
"
Is
there
a
man
in
your
service
that
you
trust
utterly
and
completely
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Ned
.
"
In
that
case
,
I
have
a
delightful
palace
in
Valyria
that
I
would
dearly
love
to
sell
you
,
"
Littlefinger
said
with
a
mocking
smile
"
The
wiser
answer
was
no
,
my
lord
,
but
be
that
as
it
may
.
Send
this
paragon
of
yours
to
Ser
Hugh
and
the
others
.
Your
own
comings
and
goings
will
be
noted
,
but
even
Varys
the
Spider
can
not
watch
every
man
in
your
service
every
hour
of
the
day
.
"
He
started
for
the
door
.
"
Lord
Petyr
,
"
Ned
called
after
him
.
"
I.
.
.
am
grateful
for
your
help
.
Perhaps
I
was
wrong
to
distrust
you
.
"
Littlefinger
fingered
his
small
pointed
beard
.
"
You
are
slow
to
learn
,
Lord
Eddard
.
Distrusting
me
was
the
wisest
thing
you
've
done
since
you
climbed
down
off
your
horse
.
"
Jon
was
showing
Dareon
how
best
to
deliver
a
sidestroke
when
the
new
recruit
entered
the
practice
yard
.
"
Your
feet
should
be
farther
apart
,
"
he
urged
.
"
You
do
n't
want
to
lose
your
balance
.
That
's
good
.
Now
pivot
as
you
deliver
the
stroke
,
get
all
your
weight
behind
the
blade
.
"
Dareon
broke
off
and
lifted
his
visor
.
"
Seven
gods
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
Would
you
look
at
this
,
Jon
.
"
Jon
turned
.
Through
the
eye
slit
of
his
helm
,
he
beheld
the
fattest
boy
he
had
ever
seen
standing
in
the
door
of
the
armory
.
By
the
look
of
him
,
he
must
have
weighed
twenty
stone
.
The
fur
collar
of
his
embroidered
surcoat
was
lost
beneath
his
chins
.
Pale
eyes
moved
nervously
in
a
great
round
moon
of
a
face
,
and
plump
sweaty
fingers
wiped
themselves
on
the
velvet
of
his
doublet
.
"
They
...
they
told
me
I
was
to
come
here
for
...
for
training
,
"
he
said
to
no
one
in
particular
.
"
A
lordling
,
"
Pyp
observed
to
Jon
.
"
Southron
,
most
like
near
Highgarden
.
"
Pyp
had
traveled
the
Seven
Kingdoms
with
a
mummers
'
troupe
,
and
bragged
that
he
could
tell
what
you
were
and
where
you
'd
been
born
just
from
the
sound
of
your
voice
.
