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If
we
'd
sent
a
Faceless
Man
after
her
,
she
'd
be
as
good
as
buried
.
"
Ned
frowned
.
"
You
sit
in
council
and
talk
of
ugly
women
and
steel
kisses
,
and
now
you
expect
me
to
believe
that
you
tried
to
protect
the
girl
?
How
big
a
fool
do
you
take
me
for
?
"
"
Well
,
quite
an
enormous
one
,
actually
,
"
said
Littlefinger
,
laughing
.
"
Do
you
always
find
murder
so
amusing
,
Lord
Baelish
?
"
"
It
's
not
murder
I
find
amusing
,
Lord
Stark
,
it
's
you
.
You
rule
like
a
man
dancing
on
rotten
ice
.
I
daresay
you
will
make
a
noble
splash
.
I
believe
I
heard
the
first
crack
this
morning
.
"
"
The
first
and
last
,
"
said
Ned
.
"
I
've
had
my
fill
.
"
"
When
do
you
mean
to
return
to
Winterfell
,
my
lord
?
"
"
As
soon
as
I
can
.
What
concern
is
that
of
yours
?
"
"
None
...
but
if
perchance
you
're
still
here
come
evenfall
,
I
'd
be
pleased
to
take
you
to
this
brothel
your
man
Jory
has
been
searching
for
so
ineffectually
.
"
Littlefinger
smiled
.
"
And
I
wo
n't
even
tell
the
Lady
Catelyn
.
"
My
lady
,
you
should
have
sent
word
of
your
coming
,
"
Ser
Donnel
Waynwood
told
her
as
their
horses
climbed
the
pass
.
"
We
would
have
sent
an
escort
.
The
high
road
is
not
as
safe
as
it
once
was
,
for
a
party
as
small
as
yours
.
"
