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Yoren
eyed
Arya
.
"
One
best
spoken
in
private
,
m
'
lord
,
begging
your
pardons
.
"
"
As
you
say
.
Desmond
,
see
my
daughter
to
her
chambers
.
"
He
kissed
her
on
the
brow
.
"
We
'll
finish
our
talk
on
the
morrow
.
"
Arya
stood
rooted
to
the
spot
"
Nothing
bad
's
happened
to
Jon
,
has
it
?
"
she
asked
Yoren
.
"
Or
Uncle
Benjen
?
"
"
Well
,
as
to
Stark
,
I
ca
n't
say
.
The
Snow
boy
was
well
enough
when
I
left
the
Wall
.
It
's
not
them
as
concerns
me
.
"
Desmond
took
her
hand
.
"
Come
along
,
milady
.
You
heard
your
lord
father
.
"
Arya
had
no
choice
but
to
go
with
him
,
wishing
it
had
been
Fat
Tom
.
With
Tom
,
she
might
have
been
able
to
linger
at
the
door
on
some
excuse
and
hear
what
Yoren
was
saying
,
but
Desmond
was
too
single-minded
to
trick
.
"
How
many
guards
does
my
father
have
?
"
she
asked
him
as
they
descended
to
her
bedchamber
.
"
Here
at
King
's
Landing
?
Fifty
.
"
"
You
would
n't
let
anyone
kill
him
,
would
you
?
"
she
asked
.
Desmond
laughed
.
"
No
fear
on
that
count
,
little
lady
.
Lord
Eddard
's
guarded
night
and
day
.
He
'll
come
to
no
harm
.
"
