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In
his
chambers
he
stripped
off
his
council
silks
and
sat
for
a
moment
with
the
book
while
he
waited
for
Jory
to
arrive
.
The
Lineages
and
Histories
of
the
Great
Houses
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
With
Descliptions
of
Many
High
Lords
and
Noble
Ladies
and
Their
Children
,
by
Grand
Maester
Malleon
.
Pycelle
had
spoken
truly
;
it
made
for
ponderous
reading
.
Yet
Jon
Arryn
had
asked
for
it
,
and
Ned
felt
certain
he
had
reasons
.
There
was
something
here
,
some
truth
buried
in
these
brittle
yellow
pages
,
if
only
he
could
see
it
.
But
what
?
The
tome
was
over
a
century
old
.
Scarcely
a
man
now
alive
had
yet
been
born
when
Malleon
had
compiled
his
dusty
lists
of
weddings
,
births
,
and
deaths
.
He
opened
to
the
section
on
House
Lannister
once
more
,
and
turned
the
pages
slowly
,
hoping
against
hope
that
something
would
leap
out
at
him
.
The
Lannisters
were
an
old
family
,
tracing
their
descent
back
to
Lann
the
Clever
,
a
trickster
from
the
Age
of
Heroes
who
was
no
doubt
as
legendary
as
Bran
the
Builder
,
though
far
more
beloved
of
singers
and
taletellers
.
In
the
songs
,
Lann
was
the
fellow
who
winkled
the
Casterlys
out
of
Casterly
Rock
with
no
weapon
but
his
wits
,
and
stole
gold
from
the
sun
to
brighten
his
curly
hair
.
Ned
wished
he
were
here
now
,
to
winkle
the
truth
out
of
this
damnable
book
.
A
sharp
rap
on
the
door
heralded
Jory
Cassel
.
Ned
closed
Malleon
's
tome
and
bid
him
enter
.
"
I
've
promised
the
City
Watch
twenty
of
my
guard
until
the
tourney
is
done
,
"
he
told
him
.
"
I
rely
on
you
to
make
the
choice
.
Give
Alyn
the
command
,
and
make
certain
the
men
understand
that
they
are
needed
to
stop
fights
,
not
start
them
.
"
Rising
,
Ned
opened
a
cedar
chest
and
removed
a
light
linen
undertunic
.
"
Did
you
find
the
stableboy
?
"
"
The
watchman
,
my
lord
,
"
Jory
said
.
"
He
vows
he
'll
never
touch
another
horse
.
"
"
What
did
he
have
to
say
?
"
"
He
claims
he
knew
Lord
Arryn
well
.
Fast
friends
,
they
were
.
"
Jory
snorted
.
"
The
Hand
always
gave
the
lads
a
copper
on
their
name
days
,
he
says
.
Had
a
way
with
horses
.
Never
rode
his
mounts
too
hard
,
and
brought
them
carrots
and
apples
,
so
they
were
always
pleased
to
see
him
.
"
"
Carrots
and
apples
,
"
Ned
repeated
.
It
sounded
as
if
this
boy
would
be
even
less
use
than
the
others
.
And
he
was
the
last
of
the
four
Littlefinger
had
turned
up
.
Jory
had
spoken
to
each
of
them
in
turn
.
Ser
Hugh
had
been
brusque
and
uninformative
,
and
arrogant
as
only
a
new-made
knight
can
be
.
If
the
Hand
wished
to
talk
to
him
,
he
should
be
pleased
to
receive
him
,
but
he
would
not
be
questioned
by
a
mere
captain
of
guards
...
even
if
said
captain
was
ten
years
older
and
a
hundred
times
the
swordsman
.
The
serving
girl
had
at
least
been
pleasant
.
She
said
Lord
Jon
had
been
reading
more
than
was
good
for
him
,
that
he
was
troubled
and
melancholy
over
his
young
son
's
frailty
,
and
gruff
with
his
lady
wife
.
The
potboy
,
now
cordwainer
,
had
never
exchanged
so
much
as
a
word
with
Lord
Jon
,
but
he
was
full
of
oddments
of
kitchen
gossip
:
the
lord
had
been
quarreling
with
the
king
,
the
lord
only
picked
at
his
food
,
the
lord
was
sending
his
boy
to
be
fostered
on
Dragonstone
,
the
lord
had
taken
a
great
interest
in
the
breeding
of
hunting
hounds
,
the
lord
had
visited
a
master
armorer
to
commission
a
new
suit
of
plate
,
wrought
all
in
pale
silver
with
a
blue
jasper
falcon
and
a
mother-of-pearl
moon
on
the
breast
.
The
king
's
own
brother
had
gone
with
him
to
help
choose
the
design
,
the
potboy
said
.
No
,
not
Lord
Renly
,
the
other
one
,
Lord
Stannis
.
"
Did
our
watchman
recall
anything
else
of
note
?
"
"
The
lad
swears
Lord
Jon
was
as
strong
as
a
man
half
his
age
.
Often
went
riding
with
Lord
Stannis
,
he
says
.
"
