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I named her Barra, she said as the child nursed. Oh, but which one? There were many such. I only meant Sansa felt her eyes grow wet. 390 GEORGE R.

His father had died several years before, so he was Lord Baelish now, yet still they called him Littlefinger. His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. They will burn, my lord, Ser Kevan said, rising. Did I say it was? I'm leading you to the dungeons to slit your throat and seal your corpse up behind a wall, Littlefinger replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.