Lord Petyr, Ned called after him. You must train them. You said the words, Pyp reminded him. Into the tent, Shae, if you would be so kind.
Ser Boros and Ser Meryn waited behind him with a dozen guardsmen, Ned saw. Sansa hovered by the door, for once unguarded. He had only to look at Sansa's face to feel the rage twisting inside him once again. No wind stirred the wood; the air hung humid and heavy, and Jon's clothes clung to his skin.
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