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He
did
more
than
that
.
The
Starks
were
not
like
other
men
.
Ned
brought
his
bastard
home
with
him
,
and
called
him
"
son
"
for
all
the
north
to
see
.
When
the
wars
were
over
at
last
,
and
Catelyn
rode
to
Winterfell
,
Jon
and
his
wet
nurse
had
already
taken
up
residence
.
That
cut
deep
.
Ned
would
not
speak
of
the
mother
,
not
so
much
as
a
word
,
but
a
castle
has
no
secrets
,
and
Catelyn
heard
her
maids
repeating
tales
they
heard
from
the
lips
of
her
husband
's
soldiers
.
They
whispered
of
Ser
Arthur
Dayne
,
the
Sword
of
the
Morning
,
deadliest
of
the
seven
knights
of
Aerys
's
Kingsguard
,
and
of
how
their
young
lord
had
slain
him
in
single
combat
.
And
they
told
how
afterward
Ned
had
carried
Ser
Arthur
's
sword
back
to
the
beautiful
young
sister
who
awaited
him
in
a
castle
called
Starfall
on
the
shores
of
the
SummerSea
.
The
Lady
Ashara
Dayne
,
tall
and
fair
,
with
haunting
violet
eyes
.
It
had
taken
her
a
fortnight
to
marshal
her
courage
,
but
finally
,
in
bed
one
night
,
Catelyn
had
asked
her
husband
the
truth
of
it
,
asked
him
to
his
face
.
That
was
the
only
time
in
all
their
years
that
Ned
had
ever
frightened
her
.
"
Never
ask
me
about
Jon
,
"
he
said
,
cold
as
ice
.
"
He
is
my
blood
,
and
that
is
all
you
need
to
know
.
And
now
I
will
learn
where
you
heard
that
name
,
my
lady
.
"
She
had
pledged
to
obey
;
she
told
him
;
and
from
that
day
on
,
the
whispering
had
stopped
,
and
Ashara
Dayne
's
name
was
never
heard
in
Winterfell
again
.
Whoever
Jon
's
mother
had
been
,
Ned
must
have
loved
her
fiercely
,
for
nothing
Catelyn
said
would
persuade
him
to
send
the
boy
away
.
It
was
the
one
thing
she
could
never
forgive
him
.
She
had
come
to
love
her
husband
with
all
her
heart
,
but
she
had
never
found
it
in
her
to
love
Jon
.
She
might
have
overlooked
a
dozen
bastards
for
Ned
's
sake
,
so
long
as
they
were
out
of
sight
.
Jon
was
never
out
of
sight
,
and
as
he
grew
,
he
looked
more
like
Ned
than
any
of
the
trueborn
sons
she
bore
him
.
Somehow
that
made
it
worse
.
"
Jon
must
go
,
"
she
said
now
.
"
He
and
Robb
are
close
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
I
had
hoped
...
"
"
He
can
not
stay
here
,
"
Catelyn
said
,
cutting
him
off
.
"
He
is
your
son
,
not
mine
.
I
will
not
have
him
.
"
It
was
hard
,
she
knew
,
but
no
less
the
truth
.
Ned
would
do
the
boy
no
kindness
by
leaving
him
here
at
Winterfell
.
The
look
Ned
gave
her
was
anguished
.
"
You
know
I
can
not
take
him
south
.
There
will
be
no
place
for
him
at
court
.
A
boy
with
a
bastard
's
name
...
you
know
what
they
will
say
of
him
.
He
will
be
shunned
.
"
Catelyn
armored
her
heart
against
the
mute
appeal
in
her
husband
's
eyes
.
"
They
say
your
friend
Robert
has
fathered
a
dozen
bastards
himself
.
"
