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oath as well. He would father no sons who might someday contest with Catelynâs own grandchildren for Winterfell.
Maester Luwin said, âThere is great honor in service on the Wall, my lord.â
âAnd even a bastard may rise high in the NightâsWatch,â Ned reflected. Still, his voice was troubled. âJon is so young. If he asked this when he was a man grown, that would be one thing, but a boy of fourteen â¦â
âA hard sacrifice,â Maester Luwin agreed. âYet these are hard times, my lord. His road is no crueler than yours or your ladyâs.â
Catelyn thought of the three children she must lose. It was not easy keeping silent then.
Ned turned away from them to gaze out the window, his long face silent and thoughtful. Finally he sighed, and turned back. âVery well,â he said to Maester Luwin. âI suppose it is for the best. I will speak to Ben.â
âWhen shall we tell Jon?â the maester asked.
âWhen I must. Preparations must be made. It will be a fortnight before we are ready to depart. I would sooner let Jon enjoy these last few days. Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. When the time comes, I will tell him myself.â
ARYA
A ryaâs stitches were crooked again.
She frowned down at them with dismay and glanced over to where her sister Sansa sat among the other girls. Sansaâs needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. âSansaâs work is as pretty as she is,â Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. âShe has such fine, delicate hands.â When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. âArya has the hands of a blacksmith.â
Arya glanced furtively across the room, worried that Septa Mordane might have read her thoughts, but the septa was paying her no attention today. She was sitting with the Princess Myrcella, all smiles and admiration. It was not often that the septa was privileged to instruct a royal princess in the womanly arts, as she had said when the queen brought Myrcella to join them. Arya thought that Myrcellaâs stitches looked a little crooked too, but you would never know it from the way Septa Mordane was cooing.
She studied her own work again, looking for some way to salvage it, then sighed and put down the needle. She looked glumly at her sister. Sansa was chatting away happilyas she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrikâs little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jeyne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
âWhat are you talking about?â Arya asked suddenly.
Jeyne gave her a startled look, then giggled. Sansa looked abashed. Beth blushed. No one answered.
âTell me,â Arya said.
Jeyne glanced over to make certain that Septa Mordane was not listening. Myrcella said something then, and the septa laughed along with the rest of the ladies.
âWe were talking about the prince,â Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.
Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.
âJoffrey likes your sister,â Jeyne whispered, proud as if she had something to do with it. She was the daughter of Winterfellâs steward and Sansaâs dearest friend. âHe told her she was very beautiful.â
âHeâs going to marry her,â little Beth said dreamily, hugging herself. âThen Sansa will be queen of all the realm.â
Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment. âBeth, you shouldnât make up stories,â Sansa corrected the younger girl, gently stroking her hair to take the harshness out of her words. She looked at Arya. âWhat did you think of Prince Joff, sister? Heâs very gallant, donât you think?â
âJon says he looks like a girl,â Arya said.
Sansa sighed as she stitched. âPoor Jon,â she said. âHe gets jealous because heâs a bastard.â
âHeâs our brother,â Arya said, much too loudly. Her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.
Septa Mordane raised her eyes. She had a bony face, sharp eyes, and a thin lipless mouth made for frowning. It was frowning now. âWhat are you talking about, children?â
âOur half brother,â Sansa corrected, soft and
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