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"
We
both
did
.
"
Ned
paused
a
moment
.
"
Catelyn
fears
for
her
sister
.
How
does
Lysa
bear
her
grief
?
"
Robert
's
mouth
gave
a
bitter
twist
.
"
Not
well
,
in
truth
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
I
think
losing
Jon
has
driven
the
woman
mad
,
Ned
.
She
has
taken
the
boy
back
to
the
Eyrie
.
Against
my
wishes
.
I
had
hoped
to
foster
him
with
Tywin
Lannister
at
Casterly
Rock
.
Jon
had
no
brothers
,
no
other
sons
.
Was
I
supposed
to
leave
him
to
be
raised
by
women
?
"
Ned
would
sooner
entrust
a
child
to
a
pit
viper
than
to
Lord
Tywin
,
but
he
left
his
doubts
unspoken
.
Some
old
wounds
never
truly
heal
,
and
bleed
again
at
the
slightest
word
.
"
The
wife
has
lost
the
husband
,
"
he
said
carefully
.
"
Perhaps
the
mother
feared
to
lose
the
son
.
The
boy
is
very
young
.
"
"
Six
,
and
sickly
,
and
Lord
of
the
Eyrie
,
gods
have
mercy
,
"
the
king
swore
.
"
Lord
Tywin
had
never
taken
a
ward
before
.
Lysa
ought
to
have
been
honored
.
The
Lannisters
are
a
great
and
noble
House
.
She
refused
to
even
hear
of
it
.
Then
she
left
in
the
dead
of
night
,
without
so
much
as
a
by-your-leave
.
Cersei
was
furious
.
"
He
sighed
deeply
.
"
The
boy
is
my
namesake
,
did
you
know
that
?
Robert
Arryn
.
I
am
sworn
to
protect
him
.
How
can
I
do
that
if
his
mother
steals
him
away
?
"
"
I
will
take
him
as
ward
,
if
you
wish
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
Lysa
should
consent
to
that
.
She
and
Catelyn
were
close
as
girls
,
and
she
would
be
welcome
here
as
well
.
"
"
A
generous
offer
,
my
friend
,
"
the
king
said
,
"
but
too
late
.
Lord
Tywin
has
already
given
his
consent
.
Fostering
the
boy
elsewhere
would
be
a
grievous
affront
to
him
.
"
"
I
have
more
concern
for
my
nephew
's
welfare
than
I
do
for
Lannister
pride
,
"
Ned
declared
.
"
That
is
because
you
do
not
sleep
with
a
Lannister
.
"
Robert
laughed
,
the
sound
rattling
among
the
tombs
and
bouncing
from
the
vaulted
ceiling
.
His
smile
was
a
flash
of
white
teeth
in
the
thicket
of
the
huge
black
beard
.
"
Ah
,
Ned
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
still
too
serious
.
"
He
put
a
massive
arm
around
Ned
's
shoulders
.
"
I
had
planned
to
wait
a
few
days
to
speak
to
you
,
but
I
see
now
there
's
no
need
for
it
.
Come
,
walk
with
me
.
"
