Liar, Arya said. When you ride back to the Wall, would you bring Jon a letter if I wrote one? She wished Jon were here right now. The gods have seen fit to proclaim him innocent, child. The king mentioned something about seeing my head on a spike.
He'd believe her about the dungeons and the fat man with the forked beard and the wizard in the steel cap. All those bastards, all with hair as black as night. Mother says I'm still to marry you, so you'll stay here, and you'll obey. Grand Maester Pycelle rolled up the list, tucked it up his left sleeve, and pulled another parchment from his right.
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