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"
As
you
command
,
m
'
lord
.
"
When
Tomard
had
left
him
,
Lord
Eddard
Stark
sat
staring
at
the
flame
of
the
candle
that
burned
beside
him
on
the
table
.
For
a
moment
his
grief
overwhelmed
him
.
He
wanted
nothing
so
much
as
to
seek
out
the
godswood
,
to
kneel
before
the
heart
tree
and
pray
for
the
life
of
Robert
Baratheon
,
who
had
been
more
than
a
brother
to
him
.
Men
would
whisper
afterward
that
Eddard
Stark
had
betrayed
his
king
's
friendship
and
disinherited
his
sons
;
he
could
only
hope
that
the
gods
would
know
better
,
and
that
Robert
would
learn
the
truth
of
it
in
the
land
beyond
the
grave
.
Ned
took
out
the
king
's
last
letter
.
A
roll
of
crisp
white
parchment
sealed
with
golden
wax
,
a
few
short
words
and
a
smear
of
blood
.
How
small
the
difference
between
victory
and
defeat
,
between
life
and
death
.
He
drew
out
a
fresh
sheet
of
paper
and
dipped
his
quill
in
the
inkpot
.
To
His
Grace
,
Stannis
of
the
House
Baratheon
,
he
wrote
.
By
the
time
you
receive
this
letter
,
your
brother
Robert
,
our
King
these
past
fifteen
years
,
will
be
dead
.
He
was
savaged
by
a
boar
whilst
hunting
in
the
kingswood
...
The
letters
seemed
to
writhe
and
twist
on
the
paper
as
his
hand
trailed
to
a
stop
.
Lord
Tywin
and
Ser
Jaime
were
not
men
to
suffer
disgrace
meekly
;
they
would
fight
rather
than
flee
.
No
doubt
Lord
Stannis
was
wary
,
after
the
murder
of
Jon
Arryn
,
but
it
was
imperative
that
he
sail
for
King
's
Landing
at
once
with
all
his
power
,
before
the
Lannisters
could
march
.
Ned
chose
each
word
with
care
.
When
he
was
done
,
he
signed
the
letter
Eddard
Stark
,
Lord
of
Winterfell
,
Hand
of
the
King
,
and
Protector
of
the
Realm
,
blotted
the
paper
,
folded
it
twice
,
and
melted
the
sealing
wax
over
the
candle
flame
.
His
regency
would
be
a
short
one
,
he
reflected
as
the
wax
softened
.
The
new
king
would
choose
his
own
Hand
.
Ned
would
be
free
to
go
home
.
The
thought
of
Winterfell
brought
a
wan
smile
to
his
face
.
He
wanted
to
hear
Bran
's
laughter
once
more
,
to
go
hawking
with
Robb
,
to
watch
Rickon
at
play
.
He
wanted
to
drift
off
to
a
dreamless
sleep
in
his
own
bed
with
his
arms
wrapped
tight
around
his
lady
,
Catelyn
.
Cayn
returned
as
he
was
pressing
the
direwolf
seal
down
into
the
soft
white
wax
.
Desmond
was
with
him
,
and
between
them
Littlefinger
.
Ned
thanked
his
guards
and
sent
them
away
.
