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Ned
turned
the
helm
over
in
his
hands
.
It
was
raw
steel
,
unpolished
but
expertly
shaped
.
"
This
is
fine
work
.
I
would
be
pleased
if
you
would
let
me
buy
it
.
"
The
boy
snatched
it
out
of
his
hands
.
"
It
's
not
for
sale
.
"
Tobho
Mott
looked
horror-struck
.
"
Boy
,
this
is
the
King
's
Hand
.
If
his
lordship
wants
this
helm
,
make
him
a
gift
of
it
.
He
honors
you
by
asking
.
"
"
I
made
it
for
me
,
"
the
boy
said
stubbornly
.
"
A
hundred
pardons
,
my
lord
,
"
his
master
said
hurriedly
to
Ned
.
"
The
boy
is
crude
as
new
steel
,
and
like
new
steel
would
profit
from
some
beating
.
That
helm
is
journeyman
's
work
at
best
.
Forgive
him
and
I
promise
I
will
craft
you
a
helm
like
none
you
have
ever
seen
.
"
"
He
's
done
nothing
that
requires
my
forgiveness
.
Gendry
,
when
Lord
Arryn
came
to
see
you
,
what
did
you
talk
about
?
"
"
He
asked
me
questions
is
all
,
m
'
lord
.
"
"
What
sort
of
questions
?
"
The
boy
shrugged
.
"
How
was
I
,
and
was
I
well
treated
,
and
if
I
liked
the
work
,
and
stuff
about
my
mother
.
Who
she
was
and
what
she
looked
like
and
all
.
"
