The Kings of Winter watched him pass with eyes of ice, and the direwolves at their feet turned theirgreat stone heads and snarled1. Last of all, he came to the tomb where his father slept, with Brandonand Lyanna beside him. “Promise me, Ned,” Lyanna’s statue whispered. She wore a garland of paleblue roses, and her eyes wept blood.
Eddard Stark2 jerked upright, his heart racing3, the blankets tangled4 around him. The room was blackas pitch, and someone was hammering on the door. “Lord Eddard,” a voice called loudly.
“A moment.” Groggy5 and naked, he stumbled his way across the darkened chamber6. When heopened the door, he found Tomard with an upraised fist, and Cayn with a taper7 in hand. Betweenthem stood the king’s own steward8.
The man’s face might have been carved of stone, so little did it show. “My lord Hand,” he intoned.
“His Grace the King commands your presence. At once.”
So Robert had returned from his hunt. It was long past time. “I shall need a few moments to dress.”
Ned left the man waiting without. Cayn helped him with his clothes; white linen10 tunic11 and grey cloak,trousers cut open down his plaster-sheathed12 leg, his badge of office, and last of all a belt of heavysilver links. He sheathed the Valyrian dagger13 at his waist.
The Red Keep was dark and still as Cayn and Tomard escorted him across the inner bailey. Themoon hung low over the walls, ripening14 toward full. On the ramparts, a guardsman in a gold cloakwalked his rounds.
The royal apartments were in Maegor’s Holdfast, a massive square fortress15 that nestled in the heartof the Red Keep behind walls twelve feet thick and a dry moat lined with iron spikes16, a castle-withina-castle. Ser Boros Blount guarded the far end of the bridge, white steel armor ghostly in themoonlight. Within, Ned passed two other knights18 of the Kingsguard; Ser Preston Greenfield stood atthe bottom of the steps, and Ser Barristan Selmy waited at the door of the king’s bedchamber. Threemen in white cloaks, he thought, remembering, and a strange chill went through him. Ser Barristan’sface was as pale as his armor. Ned had only to look at him to know that something was dreadfullywrong. The royal steward opened the door. “Lord Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King,” heannounced.
“Bring him here,” Robert’s voice called, strangely thick.
Fires blazed in the twin hearths20 at either end of the bedchamber, filling the room with a sullen21 redglare. The heat within was suffocating22. Robert lay across the canopied23 bed. At the bedside hoveredGrand Maester Pycelle, while Lord Renly paced restlessly before the shuttered windows. Servantsmoved back and forth24, feeding logs to the fire and boiling wine. Cersei Lannister sat on the edge ofthe bed beside her husband. Her hair was tousled, as if from sleep, but there was nothing sleepy in hereyes. They followed Ned as Tomard and Cayn helped him cross the room. He seemed to move veryslowly, as if he were still dreaming.
The king still wore his boots. Ned could see dried mud and blades of grass clinging to the leatherwhere Robert’s feet stuck out beneath the blanket that covered him. A green doublet lay on the floor,slashed open and discarded, the cloth crusted with red-brown stains. The room smelled of smoke andblood and death.
“Ned,” the king whispered when he saw him. His face was pale as milk. “Come … closer.”
His men brought him close. Ned steadied himself with a hand on the bedpost. He had only to lookdown at Robert to know how bad it was. “What …?” he began, his throat clenched26.
kdown at Robert to know how bad it was. “What …?” he began, his throat clenched.
“A boar.” Lord Renly was still in his hunting greens, his cloak spattered with blood.
“A devil,” the king husked. “My own fault. Too much wine, damn me to hell. Missed my thrust.”
“And where were the rest of you?” Ned demanded of Lord Renly. “Where was Ser Barristan andthe Kingsguard?”
Renly’s mouth twitched27. “My brother commanded us to stand aside and let him take the boaralone.”
Eddard Stark lifted the blanket.
They had done what they could to close him up, but it was nowhere near enough. The boar musthave been a fearsome thing. It had ripped the king from groin to nipple with its tusks28. The wine-soaked bandages that Grand Maester Pycelle had applied29 were already black with blood, and thesmell off the wound was hideous30. Ned’s stomach turned. He let the blanket fall.
“Stinks,” Robert said. “The stink31 of death, don’t think I can’t smell it. Bastard32 did me good, eh?
But I … I paid him back in kind, Ned.” The king’s smile was as terrible as his wound, his teeth red.
“Drove a knife right through his eye. Ask them if I didn’t. Ask them.”
“Truly,” Lord Renly murmured. “We brought the carcass back with us, at my brother’scommand.”
“For the feast,” Robert whispered. “Now leave us. The lot of you. I need to speak with Ned.”
“Robert, my sweet lord …” Cersei began.
“I said leave,” Robert insisted with a hint of his old fierceness. “What part of that don’t youunderstand, woman?”
Cersei gathered up her skirts and her dignity and led the way to the door. Lord Renly and the othersfollowed. Grand Maester Pycelle lingered, his hands shaking as he offered the king a cup of thickwhite liquid. “The milk of the poppy, Your Grace,” he said. “Drink. For your pain.”
Robert knocked the cup away with the back of his hand. “Away with you. I’ll sleep soon enough,old fool. Get out.”
Grand Maester Pycelle gave Ned a stricken look as he shuffled33 from the room.
“Damn you, Robert,” Ned said when they were alone. His leg was throbbing34 so badly he wasalmost blind with pain. Or perhaps it was grief that fogged his eyes. He lowered himself to the bed,beside his friend. “Why do you always have to be so headstrong?”
“Ah, fuck you, Ned,” the king said hoarsely35. “I killed the bastard, didn’t I?” A lock of mattedblack hair fell across his eyes as he glared up at Ned. “Ought to do the same for you. Can’t leave aman to hunt in peace. Ser Robar found me. Gregor’s head. Ugly thought. Never told the Hound. LetCersei surprise him.” His laugh turned into a grunt36 as a spasm37 of pain hit him. “Gods have mercy,” hemuttered, swallowing his agony. “The girl. Daenerys. Only a child, you were right … that’s why, thegirl … the gods sent the boar … sent to punish me …” The king coughed, bringing up blood. “Wrong,it was wrong, I … only a girl … Varys, Littlefinger, even my brother … worthless … no one to tellme no but you, Ned … only you …” He lifted his hand, the gesture pained and feeble. “Paper and ink.
There, on the table. Write what I tell you.”
Ned smoothed the paper out across his knee and took up the quill38. “At your command, YourGrace.”
“This is the will and word of Robert of House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of theAndals and all the rest—put in the damn titles, you know how it goes. I do hereby command Eddardof House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King, to serve as Lord Regent and Protector of theRealm upon my … upon my death … to rule in my … in my stead, until my son Joffrey does come ofage …”
“Robert …” Joffrey is not your son, he wanted to say, but the words would not come. The agonywas written too plainly across Robert’s face; he could not hurt him more. So Ned bent40 his head andwrote, but where the king had said “my son Joffrey,” he scrawled41 “my heir” instead. The deceit madehim feel soiled. The lies we tell for love, he thought. May the gods forgive me. “What else would youhave me say?”
“Say … whatever you need to. Protect and defend, gods old and new, you have the words. Write.
I’ll sign it. You give it to the council when I’m dead.”
“Robert,” Ned said in a voice thick with grief, “you must not do this. Don’t die on me. The realmneeds you.”
Robert took his hand, fingers squeezing hard. “You are … such a bad liar42, Ned Stark,” he saidthrough his pain. “The realm … the realm knows … what a wretched king I’ve been. Bad as Aerys,the gods spare me.”
“No,” Ned told his dying friend, “not so bad as Aerys, Your Grace. Not near so bad as Aerys.”
Robert managed a weak red smile. “At the least, they will say … this last thing … this I did right.
You won’t fail me. You’ll rule now. You’ll hate it, worse than I did … but you’ll do well. Are youdone with the scribbling43?”
“Yes, Your Grace.” Ned offered Robert the paper. The king scrawled his signature blindly,leaving a smear44 of blood across the letter. “The seal should be witnessed.”
“Serve the boar at my funeral feast,” Robert rasped. “Apple in its mouth, skin seared crisp. Eat thebastard. Don’t care if you choke on him. Promise me, Ned.”
“I promise.” Promise me, Ned, Lyanna’s voice echoed.
“The girl,” the king said. “Daenerys. Let her live. If you can, if it … not too late … talk tothem … Varys, Littlefinger … don’t let them kill her. And help my son, Ned. Make him be … betterthan me.” He winced45. “Gods have mercy.”
“They will, my friend,” Ned said. “They will.”
The king closed his eyes and seemed to relax. “Killed by a pig,” he muttered. “Ought to laugh, butit hurts too much.”
Ned was not laughing. “Shall I call them back?”
Robert gave a weak nod. “As you will. Gods, why is it so cold in here?”
The servants rushed back in and hurried to feed the fires. The queen had gone; that was some smallrelief, at least. If she had any sense, Cersei would take her children and fly before the break of day,Ned thought. She had lingered too long already.
King Robert did not seem to miss her. He bid his brother Renly and Grand Maester Pycelle to standin witness as he pressed his seal into the hot yellow wax that Ned had dripped upon his letter. “Nowgive me something for the pain and let me die.”
Hurriedly Grand Maester Pycelle mixed him another draught46 of the milk of the poppy. This timethe king drank deeply. His black beard was beaded with thick white droplets47 when he threw the emptycup aside. “Will I dream?”
Ned gave him his answer. “You will, my lord.”
“Good,” he said, smiling. “I will give Lyanna your love, Ned. Take care of my children for me.”
The words twisted in Ned’s belly48 like a knife. For a moment he was at a loss. He could not bringhimself to lie. Then he remembered the bastards49: little Barra at her mother’s breast, Mya in the Vale,Gendry at his forge, and all the others. “I shall … guard your children as if they were my own,” hesaid slowly.
Robert nodded and closed his eyes. Ned watched his old friend sag50 softly into the pillows as themilk of the poppy washed the pain from his face. Sleep took him.
Heavy chains jangled softly as Grand Maester Pycelle came up to Ned. “I will do all in my power,my lord, but the wound has mortified51. It took them two days to get him back. By the time I saw him,it was too late. I can lessen52 His Grace’s suffering, but only the gods can heal him now.”
“How long?” Ned asked.
“By rights, he should be dead already. I have never seen a man cling to life so fiercely.”
“My brother was always strong,” Lord Renly said. “Not wise, perhaps, but strong.” In thesweltering heat of the bedchamber, his brow was slick with sweat. He might have been Robert’s ghostas he stood there, young and dark and handsome. “He slew53 the boar. His entrails were sliding from hisbelly, yet somehow he slew the boar.” His voice was full of wonder.
“Robert was never a man to leave the battleground so long as a foe54 remained standing,” Ned toldhim.
Outside the door, Ser Barristan Selmy still guarded the tower stairs. “Maester Pycelle has givenRobert the milk of the poppy,” Ned told him. “See that no one disturbs his rest without leave fromme.”
“It shall be as you command, my lord.” Ser Barristan seemed old beyond his years. “I have failedmy sacred trust.”
“Even the truest knight19 cannot protect a king against himself,” Ned said. “Robert loved to huntboar. I have seen him take a thousand of them.” He would stand his ground without flinching55, his legsbraced, the great spear in his hands, and as often as not he would curse the boar as it charged, andwait until the last possible second, until it was almost on him, before he killed it with a single sure andsavage thrust. “No one could know this one would be his death.”
tboar. I have seen him take a thousand of them.” He would stand his ground without flinching, his legsbraced, the great spear in his hands, and as often as not he would curse the boar as it charged, andwait until the last possible second, until it was almost on him, before he killed it with a single sure andsavage thrust. “No one could know this one would be his death.”
“You are kind to say so, Lord Eddard.”
“The king himself said as much. He blamed the wine.”
The white-haired knight gave a weary nod. “His Grace was reeling in his saddle by the time weflushed the boar from his lair56, yet he commanded us all to stand aside.”
“I wonder, Ser Barristan,” asked Varys, so quietly, “who gave the king this wine?”
Ned had not heard the eunuch approach, but when he looked around, there he stood. He wore ablack velvet57 robe that brushed the floor, and his face was freshly powdered.
“The wine was from the king’s own skin,” Ser Barristan said.
“Only one skin? Hunting is such thirsty work.”
“I did not keep count. More than one, for a certainty. His squire58 would fetch him a fresh skinwhenever he required it.”
“Such a dutiful boy,” said Varys, “to make certain His Grace did not lack for refreshment59.”
Ned had a bitter taste in his mouth. He recalled the two fair-haired boys Robert had sent chasingafter a breastplate stretcher. The king had told everyone the tale that night at the feast, laughing untilhe shook. “Which squire?”
“The elder,” said Ser Barristan. “Lancel.”
“I know the lad well,” said Varys. “A stalwart boy, Ser Kevan Lannister’s son, nephew to LordTywin and cousin to the queen. I hope the dear sweet lad does not blame himself. Children are sovulnerable in the innocence60 of their youth, how well do I remember.”
Certainly Varys had once been young. Ned doubted that he had ever been innocent. “You mentionchildren. Robert had a change of heart concerning Daenerys Targaryen. Whatever arrangements youmade, I want unmade. At once.”
“Alas,” said Varys. “At once may be too late. I fear those birds have flown. But I shall do what Ican, my lord. With your leave.” He bowed and vanished down the steps, his soft-soled slipperswhispering against the stone as he made his descent.
Cayn and Tomard were helping61 Ned across the bridge when Lord Renly emerged from Maegor’sHoldfast. “Lord Eddard,” he called after Ned, “a moment, if you would be so kind.”
Ned stopped. “As you wish.”
Renly walked to his side. “Send your men away.” They met in the center of the bridge, the drymoat beneath them. Moonlight silvered the cruel edges of the spikes that lined its bed.
Ned gestured. Tomard and Cayn bowed their heads and backed away respectfully. Lord Renlyglanced warily62 at Ser Boros on the far end of the span, at Ser Preston in the doorway63 behind them.
“That letter.” He leaned close. “Was it the regency? Has my brother named you Protector?” He didnot wait for a reply. “My lord, I have thirty men in my personal guard, and other friends beside,knights and lords. Give me an hour, and I can put a hundred swords in your hand.”
“And what should I do with a hundred swords, my lord?”
“Strike! Now, while the castle sleeps.” Renly looked back at Ser Boros again and dropped hisvoice to an urgent whisper. “We must get Joffrey away from his mother and take him in hand.
Protector or no, the man who holds the king holds the kingdom. We should seize Myrcella andTommen as well. Once we have her children, Cersei will not dare oppose us. The council will confirmyou as Lord Protector and make Joffrey your ward9.”
Ned regarded him coldly. “Robert is not dead yet. The gods may spare him. If not, I shall convenethe council to hear his final words and consider the matter of the succession, but I will not dishonorhis last hours on earth by shedding blood in his halls and dragging frightened children from theirbeds.”
Lord Renly took a step back, taut64 as a bowstring. “Every moment you delay gives Cersei anothermoment to prepare. By the time Robert dies, it may be too late … for both of us.”
“Then we should pray that Robert does not die.”
“Small chance of that,” said Renly.
“Sometimes the gods are merciful.”
“The Lannisters are not.” Lord Renly turned away and went back across the moat, to the towerwhere his brother lay dying.
By the time Ned returned to his chambers65, he felt weary and heartsick, yet there was no question ofhis going back to sleep, not now. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die, CerseiLannister had told him in the godswood. He found himself wondering if he had done the right thingby refusing Lord Renly’s offer. He had no taste for these intrigues66, and there was no honor inthreatening children, and yet … if Cersei elected to fight rather than flee, he might well have need ofRenly’s hundred swords, and more besides.
“I want Littlefinger,” he told Cayn. “If he’s not in his chambers, take as many men as you needand search every winesink and whorehouse in King’s Landing until you find him. Bring him to mebefore break of day.” Cayn bowed and took his leave, and Ned turned to Tomard. “The Wind Witchsails on the evening tide. Have you chosen the escort?”
“Ten men, with Porther in command.”
“Twenty, and you will command,” Ned said. Porther was a brave man, but headstrong. He wantedsomeone more solid and sensible to keep watch over his daughters.
“As you wish, m’lord,” Tom said. “Can’t say I’ll be sad to see the back of this place. I miss thewife.”
“You will pass near Dragonstone when you turn north. I need you to deliver a letter for me.”
Tom looked apprehensive67. “To Dragonstone, m’lord?” The island fortress of House Targaryen hada sinister68 repute.
“Tell Captain Qos to hoist69 my banner as soon as he comes in sight of the island. They may bewary of unexpected visitors. If he is reluctant, offer him whatever it takes. I will give you a letter toplace into the hand of Lord Stannis Baratheon. No one else. Not his steward, nor the captain of hisguard, nor his lady wife, but only Lord Stannis himself.”
“As you command, m’lord.”
When Tomard had left him, Lord Eddard Stark sat staring at the flame of the candle that burnedbeside him on the table. For a moment his grief overwhelmed him. He wanted nothing so much as toseek out the godswood, to kneel before the heart tree and pray for the life of Robert Baratheon, whohad been more than a brother to him. Men would whisper afterward71 that Eddard Stark had betrayedhis king’s friendship and disinherited his sons; he could only hope that the gods would know better,and that Robert would learn the truth of it in the land beyond the grave.
Ned took out the king’s last letter. A roll of crisp white parchment sealed with golden wax, a fewshort words and a smear of blood. How small the difference between victory and defeat, between lifeand death.
He drew out a fresh sheet of paper and dipped his quill in the inkpot. To His Grace, Stannis of theHouse Baratheon, he wrote. By the time you receive this letter, your brother Robert, our King thesepast fifteen years, will be dead. He was savaged72 by a boar whilst hunting in the kingswood …The letters seemed to writhe73 and twist on the paper as his hand trailed to a stop. Lord Tywin andSer Jaime were not men to suffer disgrace meekly74; they would fight rather than flee. No doubt LordStannis was wary70, after the murder of Jon Arryn, but it was imperative75 that he sail for King’s Landingat once with all his power, before the Lannisters could march.
Ned chose each word with care. When he was done, he signed the letter Eddard Stark, Lord ofWinterfell, Hand of the King, and Protector of the Realm, blotted77 the paper, folded it twice, andmelted the sealing wax over the candle flame.
His regency would be a short one, he reflected as the wax softened78. The new king would choose hisown Hand. Ned would be free to go home. The thought of Winterfell brought a wan39 smile to his face.
He wanted to hear Bran’s laughter once more, to go hawking79 with Robb, to watch Rickon at play. Hewanted to drift off to a dreamless sleep in his own bed with his arms wrapped tight around his lady,Catelyn.
Cayn returned as he was pressing the direwolf seal down into the soft white wax. Desmond waswith him, and between them Littlefinger. Ned thanked his guards and sent them away.
Lord Petyr was clad in a blue velvet tunic with puffed80 sleeves, his silvery cape81 patterned withmockingbirds. “I suppose congratulations are in order,” he said as he seated himself.
Ned scowled82. “The king lies wounded and near to death.”
“I know,” Littlefinger said. “I also know that Robert has named you Protector of the Realm.”
Ned’s eyes flicked83 to the king’s letter on the table beside him, its seal unbroken. “And how is it youknow that, my lord?”
“Varys hinted as much,” Littlefinger said, “and you have just confirmed it.”
Ned’s mouth twisted in anger. “Damn Varys and his little birds. Catelyn spoke84 truly, the man hassome black art. I do not trust him.”
“Excellent. You’re learning.” Littlefinger leaned forward. “Yet I’ll wager85 you did not drag mehere in the black of night to discuss the eunuch.”
“No,” Ned admitted. “I know the secret Jon Arryn was murdered to protect. Robert will leave notrueborn son behind him. Joffrey and Tommen are Jaime Lannister’s bastards, born of his incestuousunion with the queen.”
Littlefinger lifted an eyebrow86. “Shocking,” he said in a tone that suggested he was not shocked atall. “The girl as well? No doubt. So when the king dies …”
“The throne by rights passes to Lord Stannis, the elder of Robert’s two brothers.”
Lord Petyr stroked his pointed87 beard as he considered the matter. “So it would seem. Unless …”
“Unless, my lord? There is no seeming to this. Stannis is the heir. Nothing can change that.”
“Stannis cannot take the throne without your help. If you’re wise, you’ll make certain Joffreysucceeds.”
Ned gave him a stony88 stare. “Have you no shred89 of honor?”
“Oh, a shred, surely,” Littlefinger replied negligently90. “Hear me out. Stannis is no friend of yours,nor of mine. Even his brothers can scarcely stomach him. The man is iron, hard and unyielding. He’llgive us a new Hand and a new council, for a certainty. No doubt he’ll thank you for handing him thecrown, but he won’t love you for it. And his ascent91 will mean war. Stannis cannot rest easy on thethrone until Cersei and her bastards are dead. Do you think Lord Tywin will sit idly while hisdaughter’s head is measured for a spike17? Casterly Rock will rise, and not alone. Robert found it inhim to pardon men who served King Aerys, so long as they did him fealty92. Stannis is less forgiving.
He will not have forgotten the siege of Storm’s End, and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dare not.
Every man who fought beneath the dragon banner or rose with Balon Greyjoy will have good cause tofear. Seat Stannis on the Iron Throne and I promise you, the realm will bleed.
“Now look at the other side of the coin. Joffrey is but twelve, and Robert gave you the regency,my lord. You are the Hand of the King and Protector of the Realm. The power is yours, Lord Stark.
All you need do is reach out and take it. Make your peace with the Lannisters. Release the Imp76. WedJoffrey to your Sansa. Wed25 your younger girl to Prince Tommen, and your heir to Myrcella. It will befour years before Joffrey comes of age. By then he will look to you as a second father, and if not,well … four years is a good long while, my lord. Long enough to dispose of Lord Stannis. Then,should Joffrey prove troublesome, we can reveal his little secret and put Lord Renly on the throne.”
“We?” Ned repeated.
Littlefinger gave a shrug93. “You’ll need someone to share your burdens. I assure you, my pricewould be modest.”
“Your price.” Ned’s voice was ice. “Lord Baelish, what you suggest is treason.”
“Only if we lose.”
“You forget,” Ned told him. “You forget Jon Arryn. You forget Jory Cassel. And you forget this.”
He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel,as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.
“They sent a man to cut my son’s throat, Lord Baelish.”
Littlefinger sighed. “I fear I did forget, my lord. Pray forgive me. For a moment I did not rememberthat I was talking to a Stark.” His mouth quirked. “So it will be Stannis, and war?”
“It is not a choice. Stannis is the heir.”
“Far be it from me to dispute the Lord Protector. What would you have of me, then? Not mywisdom, for a certainty.”
“I shall do my best to forget your … wisdom,” Ned said with distaste. “I called you here to ask forthe help you promised Catelyn. This is a perilous94 hour for all of us. Robert has named me Protector,true enough, but in the eyes of the world, Joffrey is still his son and heir. The queen has a dozenknights and a hundred men-at-arms who will do whatever she commands … enough to overwhelm what remains95 of my own household guard. And for all I know, her brother Jaime may be riding forKing’s Landing even as we speak, with a Lannister host at his back.”
rKing’s Landing even as we speak, with a Lannister host at his back.”
“And you without an army.” Littlefinger toyed with the dagger on the table, turning it slowly witha finger. “There is small love lost between Lord Renly and the Lannisters. Bronze Yohn Royce, SerBalon Swann, Ser Loras, Lady Tanda, the Redwyne twins … each of them has a retinue96 of knightsand sworn swords here at court.”
“Renly has thirty men in his personal guard, the rest even fewer. It is not enough, even if I couldbe certain that all of them will choose to give me their allegiance. I must have the gold cloaks. TheCity Watch is two thousand strong, sworn to defend the castle, the city, and the king’s peace.”
“Ah, but when the queen proclaims one king and the Hand another, whose peace do theyprotect?” Lord Petyr flicked at the dagger with his finger, setting it spinning in place. Round andround it went, wobbling as it turned. When at last it slowed to a stop, the blade pointed at Littlefinger.
“Why, there’s your answer,” he said, smiling. “They follow the man who pays them.” He leanedback and looked Ned full in the face, his grey-green eyes bright with mockery. “You wear your honorlike a suit of armor, Stark. You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make ithard for you to move. Look at you now. You know why you summoned me here. You know what youwant to ask me to do. You know it has to be done … but it’s not honorable, so the words stick in yourthroat.”
Ned’s neck was rigid97 with tension. For a moment he was so angry that he did not trust himself tospeak.
Littlefinger laughed. “I ought to make you say it, but that would be cruel … so have no fear, mygood lord. For the sake of the love I bear for Catelyn, I will go to Janos Slynt this very hour and makecertain that the City Watch is yours. Six thousand gold pieces should do it. A third for theCommander, a third for the officers, a third for the men. We might be able to buy them for half thatmuch, but I prefer not to take chances.” Smiling, he plucked up the dagger and offered it to Ned, hiltfirst.
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