He sat high upon the immense ancient seat of Aegon the Conqueror3, an ironwork monstrosity ofspikes and jagged edges and grotesquely4 twisted metal. It was, as Robert had warned him, a hellishlyuncomfortable chair, and never more so than now, with his shattered leg throbbing5 more sharplyevery minute. The metal beneath him had grown harder by the hour, and the fanged6 steel behind madeit impossible to lean back. A king should never sit easy, Aegon the Conqueror had said, when hecommanded his armorers to forge a great seat from the swords laid down by his enemies. DamnAegon for his arrogance7, Ned thought sullenly9, and damn Robert and his hunting as well.
“You are quite certain these were more than brigands11?” Varys asked softly from the council tablebeneath the throne. Grand Maester Pycelle stirred uneasily beside him, while Littlefinger toyed with apen. They were the only councillors in attendance. A white hart had been sighted in the kingswood,and Lord Renly and Ser Barristan had joined the king to hunt it, along with Prince Joffrey, SandorClegane, Balon Swann, and half the court. So Ned must needs sit the Iron Throne in his absence.
At least he could sit. Save the council, the rest must stand respectfully, or kneel. The petitionersclustered near the tall doors, the knights12 and high lords and ladies beneath the tapestries, the smallfolkin the gallery, the mailed guards in their cloaks, gold or grey: all stood.
The villagers were kneeling: men, women, and children, alike tattered14 and bloody15, their facesdrawn by fear. The three knights who had brought them here to bear witness stood behind them.
“Brigands, Lord Varys?” Ser Raymun Darry’s voice dripped scorn. “Oh, they were brigands,beyond a doubt. Lannister brigands.”
Ned could feel the unease in the hall, as high lords and servants alike strained to listen. He couldnot pretend to surprise. The west had been a tinderbox since Catelyn had seized Tyrion Lannister.
Both Riverrun and Casterly Rock had called their banners, and armies were massing in the pass belowthe Golden Tooth. It had only been a matter of time until the blood began to flow. The sole questionthat remained was how best to stanch16 the wound.
Sad-eyed Ser Karyl Vance, who would have been handsome but for the winestain birthmark thatdiscolored his face, gestured at the kneeling villagers. “This is all the remains17 of the holdfast ofSherrer, Lord Eddard. The rest are dead, along with the people of Wendish Town and the Mummer’sFord.”
“Rise,” Ned commanded the villagers. He never trusted what a man told him from his knees. “Allof you, up.”
In ones and twos, the holdfast of Sherrer struggled to its feet. One ancient needed to be helped, anda young girl in a bloody dress stayed on her knees, staring blankly at Ser Arys Oakheart, who stoodby the foot of the throne in the white armor of the Kingsguard, ready to protect and defend theking … or, Ned supposed, the King’s Hand.
“Joss,” Ser Raymun Darry said to a plump balding man in a brewer19’s apron20. “Tell the Hand whathappened at Sherrer.”
Joss nodded. “If it please His Grace—”
“His Grace is hunting across the Blackwater,” Ned said, wondering how a man could live hiswhole life a few days ride from the Red Keep and still have no notion what his king looked like. Nedwas clad in a white linen21 doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak wasfastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth. “Iam Lord Eddard Stark, the King’s Hand. Tell me who you are and what you know of these raiders.”
dwas clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak wasfastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth. “Iam Lord Eddard Stark, the King’s Hand. Tell me who you are and what you know of these raiders.”
“I keep … I kept … I kept an alehouse, m’lord, in Sherrer, by the stone bridge. The finest alesouth of the Neck, everyone said so, begging your pardons, m’lord. It’s gone now like all the rest,m’lord. They come and drank their fill and spilled the rest before they fired my roof, and they wouldof spilled my blood too, if they’d caught me. M’lord.”
“They burnt us out,” a farmer beside him said. “Come riding in the dark, up from the south, andfired the fields and the houses alike, killing22 them as tried to stop them. They weren’t no raiders,though, m’lord. They had no mind to steal our stock, not these, they butchered my milk cow whereshe stood and left her for the flies and the crows.”
“They rode down my ’prentice boy,” said a squat23 man with a smith’s muscles and a bandagearound his head. He had put on his finest clothes to come to court, but his breeches were patched, hiscloak travel-stained and dusty. “Chased him back and forth24 across the fields on their horses, poking25 athim with their lances like it was a game, them laughing and the boy stumbling and screaming till thebig one pierced him clean through.”
The girl on her knees craned her head up at Ned, high above her on the throne. “They killed mymother too, Your Grace. And they … they …” Her voice trailed off, as if she had forgotten what shewas about to say. She began to sob26.
Ser Raymun Darry took up the tale. “At Wendish Town, the people sought shelter in their holdfast,but the walls were timbered. The raiders piled straw against the wood and burnt them all alive. Whenthe Wendish folk opened their gates to flee the fire, they shot them down with arrows as they camerunning out, even women with suckling babes.”
“Oh, dreadful,” murmured Varys. “How cruel can men be?”
“They would of done the same for us, but the Sherrer holdfast’s made of stone,” Joss said. “Somewanted to smoke us out, but the big one said there was riper fruit up river, and they made for theMummer’s Ford18.”
Ned could feel cold steel against his fingers as he leaned forward. Between each finger was a blade,the points of twisted swords fanning out like talons28 from arms of the throne. Even after threecenturies, some were still sharp enough to cut. The Iron Throne was full of traps for the unwary. Thesongs said it had taken a thousand blades to make it, heated white-hot in the furnace breath ofBalerion the Black Dread27. The hammering had taken fifty-nine days. The end of it was this hunchedblack beast made of razor edges and barbs29 and ribbons of sharp metal; a chair that could kill a man,and had, if the stories could be believed.
What Eddard Stark was doing sitting there he would never comprehend, yet there he sat, and thesepeople looked to him for justice. “What proof do you have that these were Lannisters?” he asked,trying to keep his fury under control. “Did they wear crimson30 cloaks or fly a lion banner?”
“Even Lannisters are not so blind stupid as that,” Ser Marq Piper snapped. He was a swaggeringbantam rooster of a youth, too young and too hot-blooded for Ned’s taste, though a fast friend ofCatelyn’s brother, Edmure Tully.
“Every man among them was mounted and mailed, my lord,” Ser Karyl answered calmly. “Theywere armed with steel-tipped lances and longswords, with battle-axes for the butchering.” He gesturedtoward one of the ragged31 survivors32. “You. Yes, you, no one’s going to hurt you. Tell the Hand whatyou told me.”
The old man bobbed his head. “Concerning their horses,” he said, “it were warhorses they rode.
Many a year I worked in old Ser Willum’s stables, so I knows the difference. Not a one of these everpulled a plow33, gods bear witness if I’m wrong.”
“Well-mounted brigands,” observed Littlefinger. “Perhaps they stole the horses from the lastplace they raided.”
“How many men were there in this raiding party?” Ned asked.
“A hundred, at the least,” Joss answered, in the same instant as the bandaged smith said, “Fifty,”
and the grandmother behind him, “Hunnerds and hunnerds, m’lord, an army they was.”
“You are more right than you know, goodwoman,” Lord Eddard told her. “You say they flew no banners. What of the armor they wore? Did any of you note ornaments34 or decorations, devices onshield or helm?”
anners. What of the armor they wore? Did any of you note ornaments or decorations, devices onshield or helm?”
The brewer, Joss, shook his head. “It grieves me, m’lord, but no, the armor they showed us wasplain, only … the one who led them, he was armored like the rest, but there was no mistaking him allthe same. It was the size of him, m’lord. Those as say the giants are all dead never saw this one, Iswear. Big as an ox he was, and a voice like stone breaking.”
“The Mountain!” Ser Marq said loudly. “Can any man doubt it? This was Gregor Clegane’swork.”
Ned heard muttering from beneath the windows and the far end of the hall. Even in the galley,nervous whispers were exchanged. High lords and smallfolk alike knew what it could mean if SerMarq was proved right. Ser Gregor Clegane stood bannerman to Lord Tywin Lannister.
He studied the frightened faces of the villagers. Small wonder they had been so fearful; they hadthought they were being dragged here to name Lord Tywin a red-handed butcher before a king whowas his son by marriage. He wondered if the knights had given them a choice.
Grand Maester Pycelle rose ponderously35 from the council table, his chain of office clinking. “SerMarq, with respect, you cannot know that this outlaw36 was Ser Gregor. There are many large men inthe realm.”
“As large as the Mountain That Rides?” Ser Karyl said. “I have never met one.”
“Nor has any man here,” Ser Raymun added hotly. “Even his brother is a pup beside him. Mylords, open your eyes. Do you need to see his seal on the corpses37? It was Gregor.”
“Why should Ser Gregor turn brigand10?” Pycelle asked. “By the grace of his liege lord, he holds astout keep and lands of his own. The man is an anointed knight13.”
“A false knight!” Ser Marq said. “Lord Tywin’s mad dog.”
“My lord Hand,” Pycelle declared in a stiff voice, “I urge you to remind this good knight thatLord Tywin Lannister is the father of our own gracious queen.”
“Thank you, Grand Maester Pycelle,” Ned said. “I fear we might have forgotten that if you hadnot pointed38 it out.”
From his vantage point atop the throne, he could see men slipping out the door at the far end of thehall. Hares going to ground, he supposed … or rats off to nibble39 the queen’s cheese. He caught aglimpse of Septa Mordane in the gallery, with his daughter Sansa beside her. Ned felt a flash of anger;this was no place for a girl. But the septa could not have known that today’s court would be anythingbut the usual tedious business of hearing petitions, settling disputes between rival holdfasts, andadjudicating the placement of boundary stones.
At the council table below, Petyr Baelish lost interest in his quill40 and leaned forward. “Ser Marq,Ser Karyl, Ser Raymun—perhaps I might ask you a question? These holdfasts were under yourprotection. Where were you when all this slaughtering41 and burning was going on?”
Ser Karyl Vance answered. “I was attending my lord father in the pass below the Golden Tooth, aswas Ser Marq. When the word of these outrages42 reached Ser Edmure Tully, he sent word that weshould take a small force of men to find what survivors we could and bring them to the king.”
Ser Raymun Darry spoke43 up. “Ser Edmure had summoned me to Riverrun with all my strength. Iwas camped across the river from his walls, awaiting his commands, when the word reached me. Bythe time I could return to my own lands, Clegane and his vermin were back across the Red Fork,riding for Lannister’s hills.”
Littlefinger stroked the point of his beard thoughtfully. “And if they come again, ser?”
“If they come again, we’ll use their blood to water the fields they burnt,” Ser Marq Piper declaredhotly.
“Ser Edmure has sent men to every village and holdfast within a day’s ride of the border,” SerKaryl explained. “The next raider will not have such an easy time of it.”
And that may be precisely44 what Lord Tywin wants, Ned thought to himself, to bleed off strengthfrom Riverrun, goad45 the boy into scattering46 his swords. His wife’s brother was young, and moregallant than wise. He would try to hold every inch of his soil, to defend every man, woman, and childwho named him lord, and Tywin Lannister was shrewd enough to know that.
“If your fields and holdfasts are safe from harm,” Lord Petyr was saying, “what then do you askof the throne?”
“The lords of the Trident keep the king’s peace,” Ser Raymun Darry said. “The Lannisters have broken it. We ask leave to answer them, steel for steel. We ask justice for the smallfolk of Sherrerand Wendish Town and the Mummer’s Ford.”
roken it. We ask leave to answer them, steel for steel. We ask justice for the smallfolk of Sherrerand Wendish Town and the Mummer’s Ford.”
“Edmure agrees, we must pay Gregor Clegane back his bloody coin,” Ser Marq declared, “but oldLord Hoster commanded us to come here and beg the king’s leave before we strike.”
Thank the gods for old Lord Hoster, then. Tywin Lannister was as much fox as lion. If indeed he’dsent Ser Gregor to burn and pillage—and Ned did not doubt that he had—he’d taken care to see thathe rode under cover of night, without banners, in the guise47 of a common brigand. Should Riverrunstrike back, Cersei and her father would insist that it had been the Tullys who broke the king’s peace,not the Lannisters. The gods only knew what Robert would believe.
Grand Maester Pycelle was on his feet again. “My lord Hand, if these good folk believe that SerGregor has forsaken48 his holy vows49 for plunder50 and rape51, let them go to his liege lord and make theircomplaint. These crimes are no concern of the throne. Let them seek Lord Tywin’s justice.”
“It is all the king’s justice,” Ned told him. “North, south, east, or west, all we do we do inRobert’s name.”
“The king’s justice,” Grand Maester Pycelle said. “So it is, and so we should defer52 this matteruntil the king—”
“The king is hunting across the river and may not return for days,” Lord Eddard said. “Robert bidme to sit here in his place, to listen with his ears, and to speak with his voice. I mean to do justthat … though I agree that he must be told.” He saw a familiar face beneath the tapestries. “SerRobar.”
Ser Robar Royce stepped forward and bowed. “My lord.”
“Your father is hunting with the king,” Ned said. “Will you bring them word of what was said anddone here today?”
“At once, my lord.”
“Do we have your leave to take our vengeance53 against Ser Gregor, then?” Marq Piper asked thethrone.
“Vengeance?” Ned said. “I thought we were speaking of justice. Burning Clegane’s fields andslaughtering his people will not restore the king’s peace, only your injured pride.” He glanced awaybefore the young knight could voice his outraged54 protest, and addressed the villagers. “People ofSherrer, I cannot give you back your homes or your crops, nor can I restore your dead to life. Butperhaps I can give you some small measure of justice, in the name of our king, Robert.”
Every eye in the hall was fixed55 on him, waiting. Slowly Ned struggled to his feet, pushing himselfup from the throne with the strength of his arms, his shattered leg screaming inside its cast. He did hisbest to ignore the pain; it was no moment to let them see his weakness. “The First Men believed thatthe judge who called for death should wield56 the sword, and in the north we hold to that still. I mislikesending another to do my killing … yet it seems I have no choice.” He gestured at his broken leg.
“Lord Eddard!” The shout came from the west side of the hall as a handsome stripling of a boystrode forth boldly. Out of his armor, Ser Loras Tyrell looked even younger than his sixteen years. Hewore pale blue silk, his belt a linked chain of golden roses, the sigil of his House. “I beg you thehonor of acting57 in your place. Give this task to me, my lord, and I swear I shall not fail you.”
Littlefinger chuckled58. “Ser Loras, if we send you off alone, Ser Gregor will send us back your headwith a plum stuffed in that pretty mouth of yours. The Mountain is not the sort to bend his neck to anyman’s justice.”
“I do not fear Gregor Clegane,” Ser Loras said haughtily59.
Ned eased himself slowly back onto the hard iron seat of Aegon’s misshapen throne. His eyessearched the faces along the wall. “Lord Beric,” he called out. “Thoros of Myr. Ser Gladden. LordLothar.” The men named stepped forward one by one. “Each of you is to assemble twenty men, tobring my word to Gregor’s keep. Twenty of my own guards shall go with you. Lord BericDondarrion, you shall have the command, as befits your rank.”
The young lord with the red-gold hair bowed. “As you command, Lord Eddard.”
Ned raised his voice, so it carried to the far end of the throne room. “In the name of Robert of theHouse Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lordof the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, hisHand, I charge you to ride to the westlands with all haste, to cross the Red Fork of the Trident underthe king’s flag, and there bring the king’s justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane, and to all those who shared in his crimes. I denounce him, and attaint him, and strip him of all rank and titles, of alllands and incomes and holdings, and do sentence him to death. May the gods take pity on his soul.”
When the echo of his words had died away, the Knight of Flowers seemed perplexed60. “LordEddard, what of me?”
Ned looked down on him. From on high, Loras Tyrell seemed almost as young as Robb. “No onedoubts your valor61, Ser Loras, but we are about justice here, and what you seek is vengeance.” Helooked back to Lord Beric. “Ride at first light. These things are best done quickly.” He held up ahand. “The throne will hear no more petitions today.”
Alyn and Porther climbed the steep iron steps to help him back down. As they made their descent,he could feel Loras Tyrell’s sullen8 stare, but the boy had stalked away before Ned reached the floor ofthe throne room.
At the base of the Iron Throne, Varys was gathering62 papers from the council table. Littlefinger andGrand Maester Pycelle had already taken their leave. “You are a bolder man than I, my lord,” theeunuch said softly.
“How so, Lord Varys?” Ned asked brusquely. His leg was throbbing, and he was in no mood forword games.
“Had it been me up there, I should have sent Ser Loras. He so wanted to go … and a man who hasthe Lannisters for his enemies would do well to make the Tyrells his friends.”
“Ser Loras is young,” said Ned. “I daresay he will outgrow63 the disappointment.”
“And Ser Ilyn?” The eunuch stroked a plump, powdered cheek. “He is the King’s Justice, afterall. Sending other men to do his office … some might construe64 that as a grave insult.”
“No slight was intended.” In truth, Ned did not trust the mute knight, though perhaps that wasonly because he misliked executioners. “I remind you, the Paynes are bannermen to House Lannister.
I thought it best to choose men who owed Lord Tywin no fealty65.”
“Very prudent66, no doubt,” Varys said. “Still, I chanced to see Ser Ilyn in the back of the hall,staring at us with those pale eyes of his, and I must say, he did not look pleased, though to be sure it ishard to tell with our silent knight. I hope he outgrows67 his disappointment as well. He does so love hiswork …”
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