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CATELYN (cont'd)
I remember how scared I was when Ned brought me up here the first time. CERSEI You were only a girl. I’m sure you were scared of many things. CATELYN But harsh as it is, I’ve come to love it. The north gets in your blood.
Cersei seems skeptical, looking around the rough-hewn Great Hall, which would fit in the kitchen of her own palace.
CERSEI Your daughter will take to the city. Such a beauty can’t stay hidden up here forever. It’s time we introduce her to the court.
CATELYN Mm... of course, I have two daughters.
If Cersei knew this at one point, she had forgotten. She sees Catelyn’s distressed look and follows her gaze to the children’s table, where Sansa looks as radiant as ever, chatting with young Princess Myrcella. Arya, on the other hand, has already ruined her evening dress. She uses her spoon as a catapult to fling a wad of pigeon pie at Bran, across the table. It hits him square in the forehead.
JAIME The girl has talent.
Catelyn, embarrassed, begins to stand so she can take matters in hand. But Ned, passing behind her, grips her shoulders, leans down and kisses the side of her neck.
NED I’ll take care of it.
Cersei smiles at Catelyn. To her credit, she has an excellent fake smile. The two women resume their conversation.
As Ned passes behind Jaime’s seat, Jaime pushes his chair back, momentarily blocking Ned’s path. Jaime stands.
JAIME Excuse my clumsiness.
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