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Why
did
Stannis
leave
?
Had
he
played
some
part
in
Jon
Arryn
's
murder
?
Or
was
he
afraid
?
Ned
found
it
hard
to
imagine
what
could
frighten
Stannis
Baratheon
,
who
had
once
held
Storm
's
End
through
a
year
of
siege
,
surviving
on
rats
and
boot
leather
while
the
Lords
Tyrell
and
Redwyne
sat
outside
with
their
hosts
,
banqueting
in
sight
of
his
walls
.
"
Bring
me
my
doublet
,
if
you
would
.
The
grey
,
with
the
direwolf
sigil
.
I
want
this
armorer
to
know
who
I
am
.
It
might
make
him
more
forthcoming
.
"
Jory
went
to
the
wardrobe
.
"
Lord
Renly
is
brother
to
Lord
Stannis
as
well
as
the
king
.
"
"
Yet
it
seems
that
he
was
not
invited
on
these
rides
.
"
Ned
was
not
sure
what
to
make
of
Renly
,
with
all
his
friendly
ways
and
easy
smiles
.
A
few
days
past
,
he
had
taken
Ned
aside
to
show
him
an
exquisite
rose
gold
locklet
.
Inside
was
a
miniature
painted
in
the
vivid
Myrish
style
,
of
a
lovely
young
girl
with
doe
's
eyes
and
a
cascade
of
soft
brown
hair
.
Renly
had
seemed
anxious
to
know
if
the
girl
reminded
him
of
anyone
,
and
when
Ned
had
no
answer
but
a
shrug
,
he
had
seemed
disappointed
.
The
maid
was
Loras
Tyrell
's
sister
Margaery
,
he
'd
confessed
,
but
there
were
those
who
said
she
looked
like
Lyanna
.
"
No
,
"
Ned
had
told
him
,
bemused
.
Could
it
be
that
Lord
Renly
,
who
looked
so
like
a
young
Robert
,
had
conceived
a
passion
for
a
girl
he
fancied
to
be
a
young
Lyanna
?
That
struck
him
as
more
than
passing
queer
.
Jory
held
out
the
doublet
,
and
Ned
slid
his
hands
through
the
armholes
.
"
Perhaps
Lord
Stannis
will
return
for
Robert
's
tourney
,
"
he
said
as
Jory
laced
the
garment
up
the
back
.
"
That
would
be
a
stroke
of
fortune
,
my
lord
,
"
Jory
said
.
Ned
buckled
on
a
longsword
.
"
In
other
words
,
not
bloody
likely
.
"
His
smile
was
grim
.
Jory
draped
Ned
's
cloak
across
his
shoulders
and
clasped
it
at
the
throat
with
the
Hand
's
badge
of
office
.
"
The
armorer
lives
above
his
shop
,
in
a
large
house
at
the
top
of
the
Street
of
Steel
.
Alyn
knows
the
way
,
my
lord
.
"
Ned
nodded
.
"
The
gods
help
this
potboy
if
he
's
sent
me
off
haring
after
shadows
.
"
It
was
a
slim
enough
staff
to
lean
on
,
but
the
Jon
Arryn
that
Ned
Stark
had
known
was
not
one
to
wear
jeweled
and
silvered
plate
.
Steel
was
steel
;
it
was
meant
for
protection
,
not
ornament
.
He
might
have
changed
his
views
,
to
be
sure
.
He
would
scarcely
have
been
the
first
man
who
came
to
look
on
things
differently
after
a
few
years
at
court
...
but
the
change
was
marked
enough
to
make
Ned
wonder
.
"
Is
there
any
other
service
I
might
perform
?
"
