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"
Make
him
fly
,
"
Robert
said
eagerly
.
Lysa
stroked
her
son
's
hair
.
"
Perhaps
we
will
,
"
she
murmured
.
"
Perhaps
that
is
just
what
we
will
do
.
"
He
found
Littlefinger
in
the
brothel
's
common
room
,
chatting
amiably
with
a
tall
,
elegant
woman
who
wore
a
feathered
gown
over
skin
as
black
as
ink
.
By
the
hearth
,
Heward
and
a
buxom
wench
were
playing
at
forfeits
.
From
the
look
of
it
,
he
'd
lost
his
belt
,
his
cloak
,
his
mail
shirt
,
and
his
right
boot
so
far
,
while
the
girl
had
been
forced
to
unbutton
her
shift
to
the
waist
.
Jory
Cassel
stood
beside
a
rain-streaked
window
with
a
wry
smile
on
his
face
,
watching
Heward
turn
over
tiles
and
enjoying
the
view
.
Ned
paused
at
the
foot
of
the
stair
and
pulled
on
his
gloves
.
"
It
's
time
we
took
our
leave
.
My
business
here
is
done
.
"
Heward
lurched
to
his
feet
,
hurriedly
gathering
up
his
things
.
"
As
you
will
,
my
lord
,
"
Jory
said
.
"
I
'll
help
Wyl
bring
round
the
horses
.
"
He
strode
to
the
door
.
Littlefinger
took
his
time
saying
his
farewells
.
He
kissed
the
black
woman
's
hand
,
whispered
some
joke
that
made
her
laugh
aloud
,
and
sauntered
over
to
Ned
.
"
Your
business
,
"
he
said
lightly
,
"
or
Robert
's
?
They
say
the
Hand
dreams
the
king
's
dreams
,
speaks
with
the
king
's
voice
,
and
rules
with
the
king
's
sword
.
Does
that
also
mean
you
fuck
with
the
king
's
--
"
"
Lord
Baelish
,
"
Ned
interrupted
,
"
you
presume
too
much
.
I
am
not
ungrateful
for
your
help
.
It
might
have
taken
us
years
to
find
this
brothel
without
you
.
That
does
not
mean
I
intend
to
endure
your
mockery
.
And
I
am
no
longer
the
King
's
Hand
.
"
"
The
direwolf
must
be
a
prickly
beast
,
"
said
Littlefinger
with
a
sharp
twist
of
his
mouth
.
A
warm
rain
was
pelting
down
from
a
starless
black
sky
as
they
walked
to
the
stables
.
Ned
drew
up
the
hood
of
his
cloak
.
Jory
brought
out
his
horse
.
Young
Wyl
came
right
behind
him
,
leading
Littlefinger
's
mare
with
one
hand
while
the
other
fumbled
with
his
belt
and
the
lacings
of
his
trousers
.
A
barefoot
whore
leaned
out
of
the
stable
door
,
giggling
at
him
.
"
Will
we
be
going
back
to
the
castle
now
,
my
lord
?
"
Jory
asked
.
Ned
nodded
and
swung
into
the
saddle
.
Littlefinger
mounted
up
beside
him
.
Jory
and
the
others
followed
.
