"He would have," Arya said. "But they cut his head off a few weeks later." With the milk of the poppy--the morphene--that fact didn't hurt as much as it usually did. She yawned, trying to keep her eyes open. That had been another reason her father hadn't liked the milk of the poppy, she remembered. Maesters gave it to make people sleep when the pain was too bad. She had been given sweetsleep as a child and hadn't liked it then, but this was much more powerful. She yawned again, fighting it.