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"
Ser
Willem
Darry
is
fled
to
Dragonstone
,
with
your
queen
and
Prince
Viserys
.
I
thought
you
might
have
sailed
with
him
.
"
"
Ser
Willem
is
a
good
man
and
true
,
"
said
Ser
Oswell
.
"
But
not
of
the
Kingsguard
,
"
Ser
Gerold
pointed
out
.
"
The
Kingsguard
does
not
flee
.
"
"
Then
or
now
,
"
said
Ser
Arthur
.
He
donned
his
helm
.
"
We
swore
a
vow
,
"
explained
old
Ser
Gerold
.
Ned
's
wraiths
moved
up
beside
him
,
with
shadow
swords
in
hand
.
They
were
seven
against
three
.
"
And
now
it
begins
,
"
said
Ser
Arthur
Dayne
,
the
Sword
of
the
Morning
.
He
unsheathed
Dawn
and
held
it
with
both
hands
.
The
blade
was
pale
as
milkglass
,
alive
with
light
.
"
No
,
"
Ned
said
with
sadness
in
his
voice
.
"
Now
it
ends
.
"
As
they
came
together
in
a
rush
of
steel
and
shadow
,
he
could
hear
Lyanna
screaming
.
"
Eddard
!
"
she
called
.
A
storm
of
rose
petals
blew
across
a
blood-streaked
sky
,
as
blue
as
the
eyes
of
death
.
"
Lord
Eddard
,
"
Lyanna
called
again
.
"
I
promise
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Lya
,
I
promise
...
"
