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Ned
looked
irritated
.
"
Been
left
?
By
whom
?
Has
there
been
a
rider
?
I
was
not
told
.
"
"
There
was
no
rider
,
my
lord
.
Only
a
carved
wooden
box
,
left
on
a
table
in
my
observatory
while
I
napped
.
My
servants
saw
no
one
,
but
it
must
have
been
brought
by
someone
in
the
king
's
party
.
We
have
had
no
other
visitors
from
the
south
.
"
"
A
wooden
box
,
you
say
?
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
Inside
was
a
fine
new
lens
for
the
observatory
,
from
Myr
by
the
look
of
it
.
The
lenscrafters
of
Myr
are
without
equal
.
"
Ned
frowned
.
He
had
little
patience
for
this
sort
of
thing
,
Catelyn
knew
.
"
A
lens
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
has
that
to
do
with
me
?
"
"
I
asked
the
same
question
,
"
Maester
Luwin
said
.
"
Clearly
there
was
more
to
this
than
the
seeming
.
"
Under
the
heavy
weight
of
her
furs
,
Catelyn
shivered
.
"
A
lens
is
an
instrument
to
help
us
see
.
"
"
Indeed
it
is
.
"
He
fingered
the
collar
of
his
order
;
a
heavy
chain
worn
tight
around
the
neck
beneath
his
robe
,
each
link
forged
from
a
different
metal
.
Catelyn
could
feel
dread
stirring
inside
her
once
again
.
"
What
is
it
that
they
would
have
us
see
more
clearly
?
"
"
The
very
thing
I
asked
myself
.
"
Maester
Luwin
drew
a
tightly
rolled
paper
out
of
his
sleeve
.
"
I
found
the
true
message
concealed
within
a
false
bottom
when
I
dismantled
the
box
the
lens
had
come
in
,
but
it
is
not
for
my
eyes
.
"
