Aged and frail, the maester shared his chambers with twoA GAME OF THRONES 395of the younger stewards, who tended to his needs and helped him in his duties. Bran looked back down. He should have kept going, but she had never called him by his name before. The thought of Jon filled Ned with a sense of shame, and a sorrowA GAME OF THRONES 557too deep for words.
The silent presence of the direwolf gave him comfort. I can almost hear him weeping. The sellsword rose laughing and brushed a blade of grass from his knee. Lord Eddard was bent over a huge leather-bound book when Septa Mordane marched her into the solar, his plaster-wrapped leg stiff beneath the table.
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