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When
the
bell
ceased
to
toll
,
a
quiet
slowly
settled
across
the
great
plaza
,
and
her
father
lifted
his
head
and
began
to
speak
,
his
voice
so
thin
and
weak
she
could
scarcely
make
him
out
.
People
behind
her
began
to
shout
out
,
"
What
?
"
and
"
Louder
!
"
The
man
in
the
black-and-gold
armor
stepped
up
behind
Father
and
prodded
him
sharply
.
You
leave
him
alone
!
Arya
wanted
to
shout
,
but
she
knew
no
one
would
listen
.
She
chewed
her
lip
.
Her
father
raised
his
voice
and
began
again
.
"
I
am
Eddard
Stark
,
Lord
of
Winterfell
and
Hand
of
the
King
,
"
he
said
more
loudly
,
his
voice
carrying
across
the
plaza
,
"
and
I
come
before
you
to
confess
my
treason
in
the
sight
of
gods
and
men
.
"
"
No
,
"
Arya
whimpered
.
Below
her
,
the
crowd
began
to
scream
and
shout
.
Taunts
and
obscenities
filled
the
air
.
Sansa
had
hidden
her
face
in
her
hands
.
Her
father
raised
his
voice
still
higher
,
straining
to
be
heard
.
"
I
betrayed
the
faith
of
my
king
and
the
trust
of
my
friend
,
Robert
,
"
he
shouted
.
"
I
swore
to
defend
and
protect
his
children
,
yet
before
his
blood
was
cold
,
I
plotted
to
depose
and
murder
his
son
and
seize
the
throne
for
myself
.
Let
the
High
Septon
and
Baelor
the
Beloved
and
the
Seven
bear
witness
to
the
truth
of
what
I
say
:
Joffrey
Baratheon
is
the
one
true
heir
to
the
Iron
Throne
,
and
by
the
grace
of
all
the
gods
,
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
and
Protector
of
the
Realm
.
"
A
stone
came
sailing
out
of
the
crowd
.
Arya
cried
out
as
she
saw
her
father
hit
.
The
gold
cloaks
kept
him
from
falling
.
Blood
ran
down
his
face
from
a
deep
gash
across
his
forehead
.
More
stones
followed
.
One
struck
the
guard
to
Father
's
left
.
Another
went
clanging
off
the
breastplate
of
the
knight
in
the
black-and-gold
armor
.
Two
of
the
Kingsguard
stepped
in
front
of
Joffrey
and
the
queen
,
protecting
them
with
their
shields
.
Her
hand
slid
beneath
her
cloak
and
found
Needle
in
its
sheath
.
She
tightened
her
fingers
around
the
grip
,
squeezing
as
hard
as
she
had
ever
squeezed
anything
.
Please
,
gods
,
keep
him
safe
,
she
prayed
.
Do
n't
let
them
hurt
my
father
.
The
High
Septon
knelt
before
Joffrey
and
his
mother
.
"
As
we
sin
,
so
do
we
suffer
,
"
he
intoned
,
in
a
deep
swelling
voice
much
louder
than
Father
's
.
"
This
man
has
confessed
his
crimes
in
the
sight
of
gods
and
men
,
here
in
this
holy
place
.
"
Rainbows
danced
around
his
head
as
he
lifted
his
hands
in
entreaty
.
"
The
gods
are
just
,
yet
Blessed
Baelor
taught
us
that
they
are
also
merciful
.
What
shall
be
done
with
this
traitor
,
Your
Grace
?
"
A
thousand
voices
were
screaming
,
but
Arya
never
heard
them
.
Prince
Joffrey
...
no
,
King
Joffrey
...
stepped
out
from
behind
the
shields
of
his
Kingsguard
.
"
My
mother
bids
me
let
Lord
Eddard
take
the
black
,
and
Lady
Sansa
has
begged
mercy
for
her
father
.
"
He
looked
straight
at
Sansa
then
,
and
smiled
,
and
for
a
moment
Arya
thought
that
the
gods
had
heard
her
prayer
,
until
Joffrey
turned
back
to
the
crowd
and
said
,
"
But
they
have
the
soft
hearts
of
women
.
So
long
as
I
am
your
king
,
treason
shall
never
go
unpunished
.
Ser
Ilyn
,
bring
me
his
head
!
"
