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Is
this
brave
show
for
my
benefit
?
he
wondered
.
If
so
,
Cersei
was
a
greater
fool
than
he
'd
imagined
.
Damn
her
,
he
thought
,
why
is
the
woman
not
fled
?
I
have
given
her
chance
after
chance
...
The
morning
was
overcast
and
grim
.
Ned
broke
his
fast
with
his
daughters
and
Septa
Mordane
.
Sansa
,
still
disconsolate
,
stared
sullenly
at
her
food
and
refused
to
eat
,
but
Arya
wolfed
down
everything
that
was
set
in
front
of
her
.
"
Syrio
says
we
have
time
for
one
last
lesson
before
we
take
ship
this
evening
,
"
she
said
.
"
Can
I
,
Father
?
All
my
things
are
packed
.
"
"
A
short
lesson
,
and
make
certain
you
leave
yourself
time
to
bathe
and
change
.
I
want
you
ready
to
leave
by
midday
,
is
that
understood
?
"
"
By
midday
,
"
Arya
said
.
Sansa
looked
up
from
her
food
.
"
If
she
can
have
a
dancing
lesson
,
why
wo
n't
you
let
me
say
farewell
to
Prince
Joffrey
?
"
"
I
would
gladly
go
with
her
,
Lord
Eddard
,
"
Septa
Mordane
offered
.
"
There
would
be
no
question
of
her
missing
the
ship
.
"
"
It
would
not
be
wise
for
you
to
go
to
Joffrey
right
now
,
Sansa
.
I
'm
sorry
.
"
Sansa
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
"
But
why
?
"
"
Sansa
,
your
lord
father
knows
best
,
"
Septa
Mordane
said
.
"
You
are
not
to
question
his
decisions
.
"
