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And
at
the
end
,
near
last
,
came
the
names
Sansa
had
been
dreading
.
Lady
Catelyn
Stark
.
Robb
Stark
.
Brandon
Stark
,
Rickon
Stark
,
Arya
Stark
.
Sansa
stifled
a
gasp
.
Arya
.
They
wanted
Arya
to
present
herself
and
swear
an
oath
...
it
must
mean
her
sister
had
fled
on
the
galley
,
she
must
be
safe
at
Winterfell
by
now
...
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
rolled
up
the
list
,
tucked
it
up
his
left
sleeve
,
and
pulled
another
parchment
from
his
right
.
He
cleared
his
throat
and
resumed
.
"
In
the
place
of
the
traitor
Eddard
Stark
,
it
is
the
wish
of
His
Grace
that
Tywin
Lannister
,
Lord
of
Casterly
Rock
and
Warden
of
the
West
,
take
up
the
office
of
Hand
of
the
King
,
to
speak
with
his
voice
,
lead
his
armies
against
his
enemies
,
and
carry
out
his
royal
will
.
So
the
king
has
decreed
.
The
small
council
consents
.
"
In
the
place
of
the
traitor
Stannis
Baratheon
,
it
is
the
wish
of
His
Grace
that
his
lady
mother
,
the
Queen
Regent
Cersei
Lannister
,
who
has
ever
been
his
staunchest
support
,
be
seated
upon
his
small
council
,
that
she
may
help
him
rule
wisely
and
with
justice
.
So
the
king
has
decreed
.
The
small
council
consents
.
"
Sansa
heard
a
soft
murmuring
from
the
lords
around
her
,
but
it
was
quickly
stilled
.
Pycelle
continued
.
"
It
is
also
the
wish
of
His
Grace
that
his
loyal
servant
,
Janos
Slynt
,
Commander
of
the
City
Watch
of
King
's
Landing
,
be
at
once
raised
to
the
rank
of
lord
and
granted
the
ancient
seat
of
Harrenhal
with
all
its
attendant
lands
and
incomes
,
and
that
his
sons
and
grandsons
shall
hold
these
honors
after
him
until
the
end
of
time
.
It
is
moreover
his
command
that
Lord
Slynt
be
seated
immediately
upon
his
small
council
,
to
assist
in
the
governance
of
the
realm
.
So
the
king
has
decreed
.
The
small
council
consents
.
"
Sansa
glimpsed
motion
from
the
corner
of
her
eye
as
Janos
Slynt
made
his
entrance
.
This
time
the
muttering
was
louder
and
angrier
.
Proud
lords
whose
houses
went
back
thousands
of
years
made
way
reluctantly
for
the
balding
,
frog-faced
commoner
as
he
marched
past
.
Golden
scales
had
been
sewn
onto
the
black
velvet
of
his
doublet
and
rang
together
softly
with
each
step
.
His
cloak
was
checked
black-and-gold
satin
.
Two
ugly
boys
who
must
have
been
his
sons
went
before
him
,
struggling
with
the
weight
of
a
heavy
metal
shield
as
tall
as
they
were
.
For
his
sigil
he
had
taken
a
bloody
spear
,
gold
on
a
night-black
field
.
The
sight
of
it
raised
goose
prickles
up
and
down
Sansa
's
arms
.
As
Lord
Slynt
took
his
place
,
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
resumed
.
"
Lastly
,
in
these
times
of
treason
and
turmoil
,
with
our
beloved
Robert
so
lately
dead
,
it
is
the
view
of
the
council
that
the
life
and
safety
of
King
Joffrey
is
of
paramount
importance
...
"
He
looked
to
the
queen
.
Cersei
stood
.
"
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
,
stand
forth
.
"
