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Robert
snorted
.
"
More
likely
they
were
hiding
under
the
snow
.
Snow
,
Ned
!
"
The
king
put
one
hand
on
the
wall
to
steady
himself
as
they
descended
.
"
Late
summer
snows
are
common
enough
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
I
hope
they
did
not
trouble
you
.
They
are
usually
mild
.
"
"
The
Others
take
your
mild
snows
,
"
Robert
swore
.
"
What
will
this
place
be
like
in
winter
?
I
shudder
to
think
.
"
"
The
winters
are
hard
,
"
Ned
admitted
.
"
But
the
Starks
will
endure
.
We
always
have
.
"
"
You
need
to
come
south
,
"
Robert
told
him
.
"
You
need
a
taste
of
summer
before
it
flees
.
In
Highgarden
there
are
fields
of
golden
roses
that
stretch
away
as
far
as
the
eye
can
see
.
The
fruits
are
so
ripe
they
explode
in
your
mouth
--
melons
,
peaches
,
fireplums
,
you
've
never
tasted
such
sweetness
.
You
'll
see
,
I
brought
you
some
.
Even
at
Storm
's
End
,
with
that
good
wind
off
the
bay
,
the
days
are
so
hot
you
can
barely
move
.
And
you
ought
to
see
the
towns
,
Ned
!
Flowers
everywhere
,
the
markets
bursting
with
food
,
the
summerwines
so
cheap
and
so
good
that
you
can
get
drunk
just
breathing
the
air
.
Everyone
is
fat
and
drunk
and
rich
.
"
He
laughed
and
slapped
his
own
ample
stomach
a
thump
.
"
And
the
girls
,
Ned
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
his
eyes
sparkling
.
"
I
swear
,
women
lose
all
modesty
in
the
heat
.
They
swim
naked
in
the
river
,
right
beneath
the
castle
.
Even
in
the
streets
,
it
's
too
damn
hot
for
wool
or
fur
,
so
they
go
around
in
these
short
gowns
,
silk
if
they
have
the
silver
and
cotton
if
not
,
but
it
's
all
the
same
when
they
start
sweating
and
the
cloth
sticks
to
their
skin
,
they
might
as
well
be
naked
.
"
The
king
laughed
happily
.
Robert
Baratheon
had
always
been
a
man
of
huge
appetites
,
a
man
who
knew
how
to
take
his
pleasures
.
That
was
not
a
charge
anyone
could
lay
at
the
door
of
Eddard
Stark
.
Yet
Ned
could
not
help
but
notice
that
those
pleasures
were
taking
a
toll
on
the
king
.
Robert
was
breathing
heavily
by
the
time
they
reached
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
,
his
face
red
in
the
lantern
light
as
they
stepped
out
into
the
darkness
of
the
crypt
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
Ned
said
respectfully
.
He
swept
the
lantern
in
a
wide
semicircle
.
Shadows
moved
and
lurched
.
Flickering
light
touched
the
stones
underfoot
and
brushed
against
a
long
procession
of
granite
pillars
that
marched
ahead
,
two
by
two
,
into
the
dark
.
Between
the
pillars
,
the
dead
sat
on
their
stone
thrones
against
the
walls
,
backs
against
the
sepulchres
that
contained
their
mortal
remains
.
"
She
is
down
at
the
end
,
with
Father
and
Brandon
.
"
He
led
the
way
between
the
pillars
and
Robert
followed
wordlessly
,
shivering
in
the
subterranean
chill
.
It
was
always
cold
down
here
.
Their
footsteps
rang
off
the
stones
and
echoed
in
the
vault
overhead
as
they
walked
among
the
dead
of
House
Stark
.
The
Lords
of
Winterfell
watched
them
pass
.
Their
likenesses
were
carved
into
the
stones
that
sealed
the
tombs
.
In
long
rows
they
sat
,
blind
eyes
staring
out
into
eternal
darkness
,
while
great
stone
direwolves
curled
round
their
feet
.
The
shifting
shadows
made
the
stone
figures
seem
to
stir
as
the
living
passed
by
.
By
ancient
custom
an
iron
longsword
had
been
laid
across
the
lap
of
each
who
had
been
Lord
of
Winterfell
,
to
keep
the
vengeful
spirits
in
their
crypts
.
The
oldest
had
long
ago
rusted
away
to
nothing
,
leaving
only
a
few
red
stains
where
the
metal
had
rested
on
stone
.
Ned
wondered
if
that
meant
those
ghosts
were
free
to
roam
the
castle
now
.
He
hoped
not
.
The
first
Lords
of
Winterfell
had
been
men
hard
as
the
land
they
ruled
.
In
the
centuries
before
the
Dragonlords
came
over
the
sea
,
they
had
sworn
allegiance
to
no
man
,
styling
themselves
the
Kings
in
the
North
.
