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She saw Lord Varys hurry into the hall, his feet making no sound. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. A wise man, Jaime Lannister said, and honorable.

One of your sons, Tyrion thought. Sandor Clegane would have laughed at that, Sansa knew. What is all this? New raiment. This he could never forgive, no more than he had forgiven Rhaegar.