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Ned
frowned
.
The
man
Syrio
Forel
had
come
with
an
excellent
reputation
,
and
his
flamboyant
Braavosi
style
was
well
suited
to
Arya
's
slender
blade
,
yet
still
...
a
few
days
ago
,
she
had
been
wandering
around
with
a
swatch
of
black
silk
tied
over
her
eyes
.
Syrio
was
teaching
her
to
see
with
her
ears
and
her
nose
and
her
skin
,
she
told
him
.
Before
that
,
he
had
her
doing
spins
and
back
flips
.
"
Arya
,
are
you
certain
you
want
to
persist
in
this
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
Tomorrow
we
're
going
to
catch
cats
.
"
"
Cats
.
"
Ned
sighed
.
"
Perhaps
it
was
a
mistake
to
hire
this
Braavosi
.
If
you
like
,
I
will
ask
Jory
to
take
over
your
lessons
.
Or
I
might
have
a
quiet
word
with
Ser
Barristan
.
He
was
the
finest
sword
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
in
his
youth
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
them
,
"
Arya
said
.
"
I
want
Syrio
.
"
Ned
ran
his
fingers
through
his
hair
.
Any
decent
master-at-arms
could
give
Arya
the
rudiments
of
slash-and-parry
without
this
nonsense
of
blindfolds
,
cartwheels
,
and
hopping
about
on
one
leg
,
but
he
knew
his
youngest
daughter
well
enough
to
know
there
was
no
arguing
with
that
stubborn
jut
of
jaw
.
"
As
you
wish
,
"
he
said
.
Surely
she
would
grow
tired
of
this
soon
.
"
Try
to
be
careful
.
"
"
I
will
,
"
she
promised
solemnly
as
she
hopped
smoothly
from
her
right
leg
to
her
left
.
Much
later
,
after
he
had
taken
the
girls
back
through
the
city
and
seen
them
both
safe
in
bed
,
Sansa
with
her
dreams
and
Arya
with
her
bruises
,
Ned
ascended
to
his
own
chambers
atop
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
.
The
day
had
been
warm
and
the
room
was
close
and
stuffy
.
Ned
went
to
the
window
and
unfastened
the
heavy
shutters
to
let
in
the
cool
night
air
.
Across
the
Great
Yard
,
he
noticed
the
flickering
glow
of
candlelight
from
Littlefinger
's
windows
.
The
hour
was
well
past
midnight
.
Down
by
the
river
,
the
revels
were
only
now
beginning
to
dwindle
and
die
.
He
took
out
the
dagger
and
studied
it
.
Littlefinger
's
blade
,
won
by
Tyrion
Lannister
in
a
tourney
wager
,
sent
to
slay
Bran
in
his
sleep
.
Why
?
Why
would
the
dwarf
want
Bran
dead
?
Why
would
anyone
want
Bran
dead
?
The
dagger
,
Bran
's
fall
,
all
of
it
was
linked
somehow
to
the
murder
of
Jon
Arryn
,
he
could
feel
it
in
his
gut
,
but
the
truth
of
Jon
's
death
remained
as
clouded
to
him
as
when
he
had
started
.
Lord
Stannis
had
not
returned
to
King
's
Landing
for
the
tourney
.
Lysa
Arryn
held
her
silence
behind
the
high
walls
of
the
Eyrie
.
The
squire
was
dead
,
and
Jory
was
still
searching
the
whorehouses
.
What
did
he
have
but
Robert
's
bastard
?
