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She
was
about
to
go
to
him
when
the
knock
came
at
the
door
,
loud
and
unexpected
.
Ned
turned
,
frowning
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
Desmond
's
voice
came
through
the
door
.
"
My
lord
,
Maester
Luwin
is
without
and
begs
urgent
audience
.
"
"
You
told
him
I
had
left
orders
not
to
be
disturbed
?
"
"
Yes
,
my
lord
.
He
insists
.
"
"
Very
well
.
Send
him
in
.
"
Ned
crossed
to
the
wardrobe
and
slipped
on
a
heavy
robe
.
Catelyn
realized
suddenly
how
cold
it
had
become
.
She
sat
up
in
bed
and
pulled
the
furs
to
her
chin
.
"
Perhaps
we
should
close
the
windows
,
"
she
suggested
.
Ned
nodded
absently
.
Maester
Luwin
was
shown
in
.
The
maester
was
a
small
grey
man
.
His
eyes
were
grey
,
and
quick
,
and
saw
much
.
His
hair
was
grey
,
what
little
the
years
had
left
him
.
His
robe
was
grey
wool
,
trimmed
with
white
fur
,
the
Stark
colors
.
Its
great
floppy
sleeves
had
pockets
hidden
inside
.
Luwin
was
always
tucking
things
into
those
sleeves
and
producing
other
things
from
them
:
books
,
messages
,
strange
artifacts
,
toys
for
the
children
.
With
all
he
kept
hidden
in
his
sleeves
,
Catelyn
was
surprised
that
Maester
Luwin
could
lift
his
arms
at
all
.
The
maester
waited
until
the
door
had
closed
behind
him
before
he
spoke
.
"
My
lord
,
"
he
said
to
Ned
,
"
pardon
for
disturbing
your
rest
.
I
have
been
left
a
message
.
"
