The spotted pink head snapped around. Lord Varys? Ned said in astonishment. The youngest of the black brothers shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Jon saw the start of fright on Sam's face as he lumbered up on his mare; doubtless he thought he was in trouble.
After he was gone, Sansa exchanged excited whispers with Jeyne Poole. Arya stood in the center of the room, alone but for Jory Cassel, every eye upon her. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. Lord Robert now, poor Arryn's gone .
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