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"
Ah
,
but
when
the
queen
proclaims
one
king
and
the
Hand
another
,
whose
peace
do
they
protect
?
"
Lord
Petyr
flicked
at
the
dagger
with
his
finger
,
setting
it
spinning
in
place
.
Round
and
round
it
went
,
wobbling
as
it
turned
.
When
at
last
it
slowed
to
a
stop
,
the
blade
pointed
at
Littlefinger
"
Why
,
there
's
your
answer
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
.
"
They
follow
the
man
who
pays
them
.
"
He
leaned
back
and
looked
Ned
full
in
the
face
,
his
grey-green
eyes
bright
with
mockery
.
"
You
wear
your
honor
like
a
suit
of
armor
,
Stark
.
You
think
it
keeps
you
safe
,
but
all
it
does
is
weigh
you
down
and
make
it
hard
for
you
to
move
.
Look
at
you
now
.
You
know
why
you
summoned
me
here
.
You
know
what
you
want
to
ask
me
to
do
.
You
know
it
has
to
be
done
...
but
it
's
not
honorable
,
so
the
words
stick
in
your
throat
.
"
Ned
's
neck
was
rigid
with
tension
.
For
a
moment
he
was
so
angry
that
he
did
not
trust
himself
to
speak
.
Littlefinger
laughed
.
"
I
ought
to
make
you
say
it
,
but
that
would
be
cruel
...
so
have
no
fear
,
my
good
lord
.
For
the
sake
of
the
love
I
bear
for
Catelyn
,
I
will
go
to
Janos
Slynt
this
very
hour
and
make
certain
that
the
City
Watch
is
yours
.
Six
thousand
gold
pieces
should
do
it
.
A
third
for
the
Commander
,
a
third
for
the
officers
,
a
third
for
the
men
.
We
might
be
able
to
buy
them
for
half
that
much
,
but
I
prefer
not
to
take
chances
.
"
Smiling
,
he
plucked
up
the
dagger
and
offered
it
to
Ned
,
hilt
first
.
Jon
was
breaking
his
fast
on
applecakes
and
blood
sausage
when
Samwell
Tarly
plopped
himself
down
on
the
bench
.
"
I
've
been
summoned
to
the
sept
,
"
Sam
said
in
an
excited
whisper
.
"
They
're
passing
me
out
of
training
.
I
'm
to
be
made
a
brother
with
the
rest
of
you
.
Can
you
believe
it
?
"
"
No
,
truly
?
"
"
Truly
.
I
'm
to
assist
Maester
Aemon
with
the
library
and
the
birds
.
He
needs
someone
who
can
read
and
write
letters
.
"
"
You
'll
do
well
at
that
,
"
Jon
said
,
smiling
.
Sam
glanced
about
anxiously
.
"
Is
it
time
to
go
?
I
should
n't
be
late
,
they
might
change
their
minds
.
"
He
was
fairly
bouncing
as
they
crossed
the
weed-strewn
courtyard
.
The
day
was
warm
and
sunny
.
Rivulets
of
water
trickled
down
the
sides
of
the
Wall
,
so
the
ice
seemed
to
sparkle
and
shine
.
Inside
the
sept
,
the
great
crystal
caught
the
morning
light
as
it
streamed
through
the
south-facing
window
and
spread
it
in
a
rainbow
on
the
altar
.
Pyp
's
mouth
dropped
open
when
he
caught
sight
of
Sam
,
and
Toad
poked
Grenn
in
the
ribs
,
but
no
one
dared
say
a
word
.
Septon
Celladar
was
swinging
a
censer
,
filling
the
air
with
fragrant
incense
that
reminded
Jon
of
Lady
Stark
's
little
sept
in
Winterfell
.
For
once
the
septon
seemed
sober
.
