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"
In
his
eyes
,
yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
in
yours
?
"
"
And
in
mine
,
"
she
blazed
,
angry
now
.
Why
could
n't
he
see
?
"
He
offers
his
own
son
in
marriage
to
our
daughter
,
what
else
would
you
call
that
?
Sansa
might
someday
be
queen
.
Her
sons
could
rule
from
the
Wall
to
the
mountains
of
Dorne
.
What
is
so
wrong
with
that
?
"
"
Gods
,
Catelyn
,
Sansa
is
only
eleven
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
And
Joffrey
...
Joffrey
is
...
"
She
finished
for
him
.
"
...
crown
prince
,
and
heir
to
the
Iron
Throne
.
And
I
was
only
twelve
when
my
father
promised
me
to
your
brother
Brandon
.
"
That
brought
a
bitter
twist
to
Ned
's
mouth
.
"
Brandon
.
Yes
.
Brandon
would
know
what
to
do
.
He
always
did
.
It
was
all
meant
for
Brandon
.
You
,
Winterfell
,
everything
.
He
was
born
to
be
a
King
's
Hand
and
a
father
to
queens
.
I
never
asked
for
this
cup
to
pass
to
me
.
"
"
Perhaps
not
,
"
Catelyn
said
,
"
but
Brandon
is
dead
,
and
the
cup
has
passed
,
and
you
must
drink
from
it
,
like
it
or
not
.
"
Ned
turned
away
from
her
,
back
to
the
night
.
He
stood
staring
out
in
the
darkness
,
watching
the
moon
and
the
stars
perhaps
,
or
perhaps
the
sentries
on
the
wall
.
Catelyn
softened
then
,
to
see
his
pain
.
Eddard
Stark
had
married
her
in
Brandon
's
place
,
as
custom
decreed
,
but
the
shadow
of
his
dead
brother
still
lay
between
them
,
as
did
the
other
,
the
shadow
of
the
woman
he
would
not
name
,
the
woman
who
had
borne
him
his
bastard
son
.
