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toys for the children. With all he kept hidden in his sleeves, Catelyn was surprised that Maester Luwin could lift his arms at all.
The maester waited until the door had closed behind him before he spoke. âMy lord,â he said to Ned, âpardon for disturbing your rest. I have been left a message.â
Ned looked irritated. âBeen
left?
By whom? Has there been a rider? I was not told.â
âThere was no rider, my lord. Only a carved wooden box, left on a table in my observatory while I napped. My servants saw no one, but it must have been brought by someone in the kingâs party. We have had no other visitors from the south.â
âA wooden box, you say?â Catelyn said.
âInside was a fine new lens for the observatory, from Myr by the look of it. The lenscrafters of Myr are without equal.â
Ned frowned. He had little patience for this sort of thing, Catelyn knew. âA lens,â he said. âWhat has that to do with me?â
âI asked the same question,â Maester Luwin said. âClearly there was more to this than the seeming.â
Under the heavy weight of her furs, Catelyn shivered. âA lens is an instrument to help us see.â
âIndeed it is.â He fingered the collar of his order; a heavy chain worn tight around the neck beneath his robe, each link forged from a different metal.
Catelyn could feel dread stirring inside her once again. âWhat is it that they would have us see more clearly?â
âThe very thing I asked myself.â Maester Luwin drew a tightly rolled paper out of his sleeve. âI found the true message concealed within a false bottom when I dismantled the box the lens had come in, but it is not for my eyes.â
Ned held out his hand. âLet me have it, then.â
Luwin did not stir. âPardons, my lord. The message is not for you either. It is marked for the eyes of the Lady Catelyn, and her alone. May I approach?â
Catelyn nodded, not trusting to speak. The maester placed the paper on the table beside the bed. It was sealed with a small blob of blue wax. Luwin bowed and began to retreat.
âStay,â Ned commanded him. His voice was grave. He looked at Catelyn. âWhat is it? My lady, youâre shaking.â
âIâm afraid,â she admitted. She reached out and took the letter in trembling hands. The furs dropped away fromher nakedness, forgotten. In the blue wax was the moon-and-falcon seal of House Arryn. âItâs from Lysa.â Catelyn looked at her husband. âIt will not make us glad,â she told him. âThere is grief in this message, Ned. I can feel it.â
Ned frowned, his face darkening. âOpen it.â
Catelyn broke the seal.
Her eyes moved over the words. At first they made no sense to her. Then she remembered. âLysa took no chances. When we were girls together, we had a private language, she and I.â
âCan you read it?â
âYes,â Catelyn admitted.
âThen tell us.â
âPerhaps I should withdraw,â Maester Luwin said.
âNo,â Catelyn said. âWe will need your counsel.â She threw back the furs and climbed from the bed. The night air was as cold as the grave on her bare skin as she padded across the room.
Maester Luwin averted his eyes. Even Ned looked shocked. âWhat are you doing?â he asked.
âLighting a fire,â Catelyn told him. She found a dressing gown and shrugged into it, then knelt over the cold hearth.
âMaester Luwinââ Ned began.
âMaester Luwin has delivered all my children,â Catelyn said. âThis is no time for false modesty.â She slid the paper in among the kindling and placed the heavier logs on top of it.
Ned crossed the room, took her by the arm, and pulled her to her feet. He held her there, his face inches from her. âMy lady, tell me! What was this message?â
Catelyn stiffened in his grasp. âA warning,â she said softly. âIf we have the wits to hear.â
His eyes searched her face. âGo on.â
âLysa says Jon Arryn was murdered.â
His fingers tightened on her arm. âBy whom?â
âThe Lannisters,â she told him. âThe queen.â
Ned released his hold on her arm. There were deep red marks on her skin. âGods,â he whispered. His voice was hoarse. âYour sister is sick with grief. She cannot know what she is
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