He woke up, he said. Ned had expected Cersei to strike quickly; the summons came as no surprise. There's ways to deal with straps. He stayed in the tree, scarce daring to breathe, while the moon crept slowly across the black sky.
What is it? he said, holding his brother all the harder. Illyrio had told her that might happen. Its voice was deep and sonorous, and the long slow clanging filled Sansa with a sense of dread. There's no honor in beating a fallen foe.
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