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"
I
prayed
for
it
,
"
she
said
dully
.
"
He
was
my
special
boy
.
I
went
to
the
sept
and
prayed
seven
times
to
the
seven
faces
of
god
that
Ned
would
change
his
mind
and
leave
him
here
with
me
.
Sometimes
prayers
are
answered
.
"
Jon
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
"
It
was
n't
your
fault
,
"
he
managed
after
an
awkward
silence
.
Her
eyes
found
him
.
They
were
full
of
poison
.
"
I
need
none
of
your
absolution
,
bastard
.
"
Jon
lowered
his
eyes
.
She
was
cradling
one
of
Bran
's
hands
.
He
took
the
other
,
squeezed
it
.
Fingers
like
the
bones
of
birds
.
"
Good-bye
,
"
he
said
.
He
was
at
the
door
when
she
called
out
to
him
.
"
Jon
,
"
she
said
.
He
should
have
kept
going
,
but
she
had
never
called
him
by
his
name
before
.
He
turned
to
find
her
looking
at
his
face
,
as
if
she
were
seeing
it
for
the
first
time
.
"
Yes
?
"
he
said
.
"
It
should
have
been
you
,
"
she
told
him
.
Then
she
turned
back
to
Bran
and
began
to
weep
,
her
whole
body
shaking
with
the
sobs
.
Jon
had
never
seen
her
cry
before
.
It
was
a
long
walk
down
to
the
yard
.
Outside
,
everything
was
noise
and
confusion
.
Wagons
were
being
loaded
,
men
were
shouting
,
horses
were
being
harnessed
and
saddled
and
led
from
the
stables
.
A
light
snow
had
begun
to
fall
,
and
everyone
was
in
an
uproar
to
be
off
.
