In that case, you had best stay close, the dwarf said. How young they all had been-she no older than Sansa, Lysa younger than Arya, and Petyr younger still, yet eager. She looks so like him, does she not, milord? She has his nose, and his hair . Give this task to me, my lord, and I swear I shall not fail you.
Above them, a raven cawed loudly in the rookery. By the time she had reached eighty-seven, the room had begun to lighten as her eyes adjusted to the blackness. And Joffrey was the soul of courtesy. Ned thanked his guards and sent them away.
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