I said, take the books away. Arya has the hands of a blacksmith. I have no wish to be Robert's Hand. He did not truly believe the king would harm him, not Robert.
Robert looked off into the darkness, for a moment as melancholy as a Stark. Catelyn ignored the implied question. His uncle glanced over his shoulder at the raised table at the far end of the hall. Robert had taken time to dress.
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