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"
It
might
be
safest
if
I
went
on
ahead
,
"
he
told
Poole
.
"
I
will
take
my
daughters
and
a
few
guardsmen
.
The
rest
of
you
can
follow
when
you
are
ready
.
Inform
Jory
,
but
tell
no
one
else
,
and
do
nothing
until
the
girls
and
I
have
gone
.
The
castle
is
full
of
eyes
and
ears
,
and
I
would
rather
my
plans
were
not
known
.
"
"
As
you
command
,
my
lord
.
"
When
he
had
gone
,
Eddard
Stark
went
to
the
window
and
sat
brooding
.
Robert
had
left
him
no
choice
that
he
could
see
.
He
ought
to
thank
him
.
It
would
be
good
to
return
to
Winterfell
.
He
ought
never
have
left
.
His
sons
were
waiting
there
.
Perhaps
he
and
Catelyn
would
make
a
new
son
together
when
he
returned
,
they
were
not
so
old
yet
.
And
of
late
he
had
often
found
himself
dreaming
of
snow
,
of
the
deep
quiet
of
the
wolfswood
at
night
.
And
yet
,
the
thought
of
leaving
angered
him
as
well
.
So
much
was
still
undone
.
Robert
and
his
council
of
cravens
and
flatterers
would
beggar
the
realm
if
left
unchecked
...
or
,
worse
,
sell
it
to
the
Lannisters
in
payment
of
their
loans
.
And
the
truth
of
Jon
Arryn
's
death
still
eluded
him
.
Oh
,
he
had
found
a
few
pieces
,
enough
to
convince
him
that
Jon
had
indeed
been
murdered
,
but
that
was
no
more
than
the
spoor
of
an
animal
on
the
forest
floor
.
He
had
not
sighted
the
beast
itself
yet
,
though
he
sensed
it
was
there
,
lurking
,
hidden
,
treacherous
.
It
struck
him
suddenly
that
he
might
return
to
Winterfell
by
sea
.
Ned
was
no
sailor
,
and
ordinarily
would
have
preferred
the
kingsroad
,
but
if
he
took
ship
he
could
stop
at
Dragonstone
and
speak
with
Stannis
Baratheon
.
Pycelle
had
sent
a
raven
off
across
the
water
,
with
a
polite
letter
from
Ned
requesting
Lord
Stannis
to
return
to
his
seat
on
the
small
council
.
As
yet
,
there
had
been
no
reply
,
but
the
silence
only
deepened
his
suspicions
.
Lord
Stannis
shared
the
secret
Jon
Arryn
had
died
for
,
he
was
certain
of
it
.
The
truth
he
sought
might
very
well
be
waiting
for
him
on
the
ancient
island
fortress
of
House
Targaryen
.
And
when
you
have
it
,
what
then
?
Some
secrets
are
safer
kept
hidden
.
Some
secrets
are
too
dangerous
to
share
,
even
with
those
you
love
and
trust
.
Ned
slid
the
dagger
that
Catelyn
had
brought
him
out
of
the
sheath
on
his
belt
.
The
Imp
's
knife
.
Why
would
the
dwarf
want
Bran
dead
?
To
silence
him
,
surely
.
Another
secret
,
or
only
a
different
strand
of
the
same
web
?
Could
Robert
be
part
of
it
?
He
would
not
have
thought
so
,
but
once
he
would
not
have
thought
Robert
could
command
the
murder
of
women
and
children
either
.
Catelyn
had
tried
to
warn
him
.
You
knew
the
man
,
she
had
said
.
The
king
is
a
stranger
to
you
.
The
sooner
he
was
quit
of
King
's
Landing
,
the
better
.
If
there
was
a
ship
sailing
north
on
the
morrow
,
it
would
be
well
to
be
on
it
.
He
summoned
Vayon
Poole
again
and
sent
him
to
the
docks
to
make
inquiries
,
quietly
but
quickly
.
"
Find
me
a
fast
ship
with
a
skilled
captain
,
"
he
told
the
steward
.
"
I
care
nothing
for
the
size
of
its
cabins
or
the
quality
of
its
appointments
,
so
long
as
it
is
swift
and
safe
.
I
wish
to
leave
at
once
.
"
Poole
had
no
sooner
taken
his
leave
than
Tomard
announced
a
visitor
.
"
Lord
Baelish
to
see
you
,
m
'
lord
.
"
