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"
A
hundred
reasons
.
Duty
.
Honor
.
He
yearns
to
write
his
name
large
across
the
book
of
history
,
to
get
away
from
his
wife
,
or
both
.
Perhaps
he
just
wants
to
be
warm
for
once
in
his
life
.
"
"
His
wife
is
Lady
Arryn
's
sister
.
It
's
a
wonder
Lysa
was
not
here
to
greet
us
with
her
accusations
.
"
Bran
looked
down
.
There
was
a
narrow
ledge
beneath
the
window
,
only
a
few
inches
wide
.
He
tried
to
lower
himself
toward
it
.
Too
far
.
He
would
never
reach
.
"
You
fret
too
much
.
Lysa
Arryn
is
a
frightened
cow
.
"
"
That
frightened
cow
shared
Jon
Arryn
's
bed
.
"
"
If
she
knew
anything
,
she
would
have
gone
to
Robert
before
she
fled
King
's
Landing
.
"
"
When
he
had
already
agreed
to
foster
that
weakling
son
of
hers
at
Casterly
Rock
?
I
think
not
.
She
knew
the
boy
's
life
would
be
hostage
to
her
silence
.
She
may
grow
bolder
now
that
he
's
safe
atop
the
Eyrie
.
"
"
Mothers
.
"
The
man
made
the
word
sound
like
a
curse
.
"
I
think
birthing
does
something
to
your
minds
.
You
are
all
mad
.
"
He
laughed
.
It
was
a
bitter
sound
.
"
Let
Lady
Arryn
grow
as
bold
as
she
likes
.
Whatever
she
knows
,
whatever
she
thinks
she
knows
,
she
has
no
proof
.
"
He
paused
a
moment
.
"
Or
does
she
?
"
"
Do
you
think
the
king
will
require
proof
?
"
the
woman
said
.
"
I
tell
you
,
he
loves
me
not
.
"
"
And
whose
fault
is
that
,
sweet
sister
?
"
