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Ned
held
out
his
hand
.
"
Let
me
have
it
,
then
.
"
Luwin
did
not
stir
.
"
Pardons
,
my
lord
.
The
message
is
not
for
you
either
.
It
is
marked
for
the
eyes
of
the
Lady
Catelyn
,
and
her
alone
.
May
I
approach
?
"
Catelyn
nodded
,
not
trusting
to
speak
.
The
maester
placed
the
paper
on
the
table
beside
the
bed
.
It
was
sealed
with
a
small
blob
of
blue
wax
.
Luwin
bowed
and
began
to
retreat
.
"
Stay
,
"
Ned
commanded
him
.
His
voice
was
grave
.
He
looked
at
Catelyn
.
"
What
is
it
?
My
lady
,
you
're
shaking
.
"
"
I
'm
afraid
,
"
she
admitted
.
She
reached
out
and
took
the
letter
in
trembling
hands
.
The
furs
dropped
away
from
her
nakedness
,
forgotten
.
In
the
blue
wax
was
the
moon-and-falcon
seal
of
House
Arryn
.
"
It
's
from
Lysa
.
"
Catelyn
looked
at
her
husband
.
"
It
will
not
make
us
glad
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
There
is
grief
in
this
message
,
Ned
.
I
can
feel
it
.
"
Ned
frowned
,
his
face
darkening
.
"
Open
it
.
"
Catelyn
broke
the
seal
.
Her
eyes
moved
over
the
words
.
At
first
they
made
no
sense
to
her
.
Then
she
remembered
.
"
Lysa
took
no
chances
.
When
we
were
girls
together
,
we
had
a
private
language
,
she
and
I.
"
"
Can
you
read
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
Catelyn
admitted
.
