Treason? Lord Varys hinted. His captors were clustered around a stream a short ways down the high road. He swore a vow to protect his king's life with his own. How is it that you come to own a sword, Arya? Where did you get this? Arya chewed her lip and said nothing.
One moment he was reeling backward, half-crouched behind his scarred shield; the next he charged. The khal must protect his guests, yourself chief among them, Your Grace. Small wonder if he seemed melancholy and tired. Ned rose and paced the length of the room.
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