Ser Mandon Moore went to take his place under the throne beside two of his fellows of theKingsguard. Sansa hovered2 by the door, for once unguarded. The queen had given her freedom of thecastle as a reward for being good, yet even so, she was escorted everywhere she went. “Honor guardsfor my daughter-to-be,” the queen called them, but they did not make Sansa feel honored.
“Freedom of the castle” meant that she could go wherever she chose within the Red Keep so longas she promised not to go beyond the walls, a promise Sansa had been more than willing to give. Shecouldn’t have gone beyond the walls anyway. The gates were watched day and night by Janos Slynt’sgold cloaks, and Lannister house guards were always about as well. Besides, even if she could leavethe castle, where would she go? It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers inMyrcella’s garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood aswell, since the Starks kept the old gods.
This was the first court session of Joffrey’s reign5, so Sansa looked about nervously6. A line ofLannister house guards stood beneath the western windows, a line of gold-cloaked City Watchmenbeneath the east. Of smallfolk and commoners, she saw no sign, but under the gallery a cluster oflords great and small milled restlessly. There were no more than twenty, where a hundred had beenaccustomed to wait upon King Robert.
Sansa slipped in among them, murmuring greetings as she worked her way toward the front. Sherecognized black-skinned Jalabhar Xho, gloomy Ser Aron Santagar, the Redwyne twins Horror andSlobber … only none of them seemed to recognize her. Or if they did, they shied away as if she hadthe grey plague. Sickly Lord Gyles covered his face at her approach and feigned7 a fit of coughing, andwhen funny drunken Ser Dontos started to hail her, Ser Balon Swann whispered in his ear and heturned away.
And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, shesearched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become aghost, dead before her time.
Grand Maester Pycelle was seated alone at the council table, seemingly asleep, his hands claspedtogether atop his beard. She saw Lord Varys hurry into the hall, his feet making no sound. A momentlater Lord Baelish entered through the tall doors in the rear, smiling. He chatted amiably8 with SerBalon and Ser Dontos as he made his way to the front. Butterflies fluttered nervously in Sansa’sstomach. I shouldn’t be afraid, she told herself. I have nothing to be afraid of, it will all come outwell, Joff loves me and the queen does too, she said so.
A herald9’s voice rang out. “All hail His Grace, Joffrey of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, theFirst of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the SevenKingdoms. All hail his lady mother, Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent, Light of the West, andProtector of the Realm.”
Ser Barristan Selmy, resplendent in white plate, led them in. Ser Arys Oakheart escorted the queen,while Ser Boros Blount walked beside Joffrey, so six of the Kingsguard were now in the hall, all theWhite Swords save Jaime Lannister alone. Her prince—no, her king now!—took the steps of the IronThrone two at a time, while his mother was seated with the council. Joff wore plush black velvets slashed with crimson11, a shimmering12 cloth-of-gold cape13 with a high collar, and on his head a goldencrown crusted with rubies14 and black diamonds.
When Joffrey turned to look out over the hall, his eye caught Sansa’s. He smiled, seated himself,and spoke15. “It is a king’s duty to punish the disloyal and reward those who are true. Grand MaesterPycelle, I command you to read my decrees.”
Pycelle pushed himself to his feet. He was clad in a magnificent robe of thick red velvet10, with anermine collar and shiny gold fastenings. From a drooping16 sleeve, heavy with gilded17 scrollwork, hedrew a parchment, unrolled it, and began to read a long list of names, commanding each in the nameof king and council to present themselves and swear their fealty18 to Joffrey. Failing that, they would beadjudged traitors20, their lands and titles forfeit21 to the throne.
The names he read made Sansa hold her breath. Lord Stannis Baratheon, his lady wife, hisdaughter. Lord Renly Baratheon. Both Lord Royces and their sons. Ser Loras Tyrell. Lord MaceTyrell, his brothers, uncles, sons. The red priest, Thoros of Myr. Lord Beric Dondarrion. Lady LysaArryn and her son, the little Lord Robert. Lord Hoster Tully, his brother Ser Brynden, his son SerEdmure. Lord Jason Mallister. Lord Bryce Caron of the Marches. Lord Tytos Blackwood. LordWalder Frey and his heir Ser Stevron. Lord Karyl Vance. Lord Jonos Bracken. Lady Shella Whent.
Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne, and all his sons. So many, she thought as Pycelle read on and on, itwill take a whole flock of ravens22 to send out these commands.
And at the end, near last, came the names Sansa had been dreading23. Lady Catelyn Stark4. RobbStark. Brandon Stark, Rickon Stark, Arya Stark. Sansa stifled24 a gasp25. Arya. They wanted Arya topresent herself and swear an oath … it must mean her sister had fled on the galley26, she must be safe atWinterfell by now …Grand Maester Pycelle rolled up the list, tucked it up his left sleeve, and pulled another parchmentfrom his right. He cleared his throat and resumed. “In the place of the traitor19 Eddard Stark, it is thewish of His Grace that Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden27 of the West, take up theoffice of Hand of the King, to speak with his voice, lead his armies against his enemies, and carry outhis royal will. So the king has decreed. The small council consents.
“In the place of the traitor Stannis Baratheon, it is the wish of His Grace that his lady mother, theQueen Regent Cersei Lannister, who has ever been his staunchest support, be seated upon his smallcouncil, that she may help him rule wisely and with justice. So the king has decreed. The smallcouncil consents.”
Sansa heard a soft murmuring from the lords around her, but it was quickly stilled. Pycellecontinued.
“It is also the wish of His Grace that his loyal servant, Janos Slynt, Commander of the City Watchof King’s Landing, be at once raised to the rank of lord and granted the ancient seat of Harrenhal withall its attendant lands and incomes, and that his sons and grandsons shall hold these honors after himuntil the end of time. It is moreover his command that Lord Slynt be seated immediately upon hissmall council, to assist in the governance of the realm. So the king has decreed. The small councilconsents.”
Sansa glimpsed motion from the corner of her eye as Janos Slynt made his entrance. This time themuttering was louder and angrier. Proud lords whose houses went back thousands of years made wayreluctantly for the balding, frog-faced commoner as he marched past. Golden scales had been sewnonto the black velvet of his doublet and rang together softly with each step. His cloak was checkedblack-and-gold satin. Two ugly boys who must have been his sons went before him, struggling withthe weight of a heavy metal shield as tall as they were. For his sigil he had taken a bloody28 spear, goldon a night-black field. The sight of it raised goose prickles up and down Sansa’s arms.
As Lord Slynt took his place, Grand Maester Pycelle resumed. “Lastly, in these times of treasonand turmoil29, with our beloved Robert so lately dead, it is the view of the council that the life andsafety of King Joffrey is of paramount30 importance …” He looked to the queen.
Cersei stood. “Ser Barristan Selmy, stand forth31.”
Ser Barristan had been standing32 at the foot of the Iron Throne, as still as any statue, but now hewent to one knee and bowed his head. “Your Grace, I am yours to command.”
“Rise, Ser Barristan,” Cersei Lannister said. “You may remove your helm.”
“My lady?” Standing, the old knight34 took off his high white helm, though he did not seem tounderstand why.
“You have served the realm long and faithfully, good ser, and every man and woman in the SevenKingdoms owes you thanks. Yet now I fear your service is at an end. It is the wish of king and councilthat you lay down your heavy burden.”
“My … burden? I fear I … I do not …”
The new-made lord, Janos Slynt, spoke up, his voice heavy and blunt. “Her Grace is trying to tellyou that you are relieved as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.”
The tall, white-haired knight seemed to shrink as he stood there, scarcely breathing. “Your Grace,”
he said at last. “The Kingsguard is a Sworn Brotherhood35. Our vows36 are taken for life. Only death mayrelieve the Lord Commander of his sacred trust.”
“Whose death, Ser Barristan?” The queen’s voice was soft as silk, but her words carried the wholelength of the hall. “Yours, or your king’s?”
“You let my father die,” Joffrey said accusingly from atop the Iron Throne. “You’re too old toprotect anybody.”
Sansa watched as the knight peered up at his new king. She had never seen him look his yearsbefore, yet now he did. “Your Grace,” he said. “I was chosen for the White Swords in my twenty-third year. It was all I had ever dreamed, from the moment I first took sword in hand. I gave up allclaim to my ancestral keep. The girl I was to wed33 married my cousin in my place, I had no need ofland or sons, my life would be lived for the realm. Ser Gerold Hightower himself heard myvows … to ward3 the king with all my strength … to give my blood for his … I fought beside theWhite Bull and Prince Lewyn of Dorne … beside Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning.
Before I served your father, I helped shield King Aerys, and his father Jaehaerys before him … threekings …”
“And all of them dead,” Littlefinger pointed37 out.
“Your time is done,” Cersei Lannister announced. “Joffrey requires men around him who areyoung and strong. The council has determined38 that Ser Jaime Lannister will take your place as theLord Commander of Sworn Brothers of the White Swords.”
“The Kingslayer,” Ser Barristan said, his voice hard with contempt. “The false knight whoprofaned his blade with the blood of the king he had sworn to defend.”
“Have a care for your words, ser,” the queen warned. “You are speaking of our beloved brother,your king’s own blood.”
Lord Varys spoke, gentler than the others. “We are not unmindful of your service, good ser. LordTywin Lannister has generously agreed to grant you a handsome tract39 of land north of Lannisport,beside the sea, with gold and men sufficient to build you a stout40 keep, and servants to see to yourevery need.”
Ser Barristan looked up sharply. “A hall to die in, and men to bury me. I thank you, my lords … butI spit upon your pity.” He reached up and undid41 the clasps that held his cloak in place, and the heavywhite garment slithered from his shoulders to fall in a heap on the floor. His helmet dropped with aclang. “I am a knight,” he told them. He opened the silver fastenings of his breastplate and let that fallas well. “I shall die a knight.”
“A naked knight, it would seem,” quipped Littlefinger.
They all laughed then, Joffrey on his throne, and the lords standing attendance, Janos Slynt andQueen Cersei and Sandor Clegane and even the other men of the Kingsguard, the five who had beenhis brothers until a moment ago. Surely that must have hurt the most, Sansa thought. Her heart wentout to the gallant42 old man as he stood shamed and red-faced, too angry to speak. Finally he drew hissword.
Sansa heard someone gasp. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn moved forward to confront him, but SerBarristan froze them in place with a look that dripped contempt. “Have no fear, sers, your king issafe … no thanks to you. Even now, I could cut through the five of you as easy as a dagger43 cutscheese. If you would serve under the Kingslayer, not a one of you is fit to wear the white.” He flunghis sword at the foot of the Iron Throne. “Here, boy. Melt it down and add it to the others, if you like.
It will do you more good than the swords in the hands of these five. Perhaps Lord Stannis will chanceto sit on it when he takes your throne.”
He took the long way out, his steps ringing loud against the floor and echoing off the bare stonewalls. Lords and ladies parted to let him pass. Not until the pages had closed the great oak-and-bronzedoors behind him did Sansa hear sounds again: soft voices, uneasy stirrings, the shuffle44 of papers from the council table. “He called me boy,” Joffrey said peevishly45, sounding younger than hisyears. “He talked about my uncle Stannis too.”
“Idle talk,” said Varys the eunuch. “Without meaning …”
“He could be making plots with my uncles. I want him seized and questioned.” No one moved.
Joffrey raised his voice. “I said, I want him seized!”
Janos Slynt rose from the council table. “My gold cloaks will see to it, Your Grace.”
“Good,” said King Joffrey. Lord Janos strode from the hall, his ugly sons double-stepping to keepup as they lugged46 the great metal shield with the arms of House Slynt.
“Your Grace,” Littlefinger reminded the king. “If we might resume, the seven are now six. Wefind ourselves in need of a new sword for your Kingsguard.”
Joffrey smiled. “Tell them, Mother.”
“The king and council have determined that no man in the Seven Kingdoms is more fit to guardand protect His Grace than his sworn shield, Sandor Clegane.”
“How do you like that, dog?” King Joffrey asked.
The Hound’s scarred face was hard to read. He took a long moment to consider. “Why not? I haveno lands nor wife to forsake47, and who’d care if I did?” The burned side of his mouth twisted. “But Iwarn you, I’ll say no knight’s vows.”
“The Sworn Brothers of the Kingsguard have always been knights48,” Ser Boros said firmly.
“Until now,” the Hound said in his deep rasp, and Ser Boros fell silent.
When the king’s herald moved forward, Sansa realized the moment was almost at hand. Shesmoothed down the cloth of her skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect forthe dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful. Her gown was the ivory silkthat the queen had given her, the one Arya had ruined, but she’d had them dye it black and youcouldn’t see the stain at all. She had fretted49 over her jewelry50 for hours and finally decided51 upon theelegant simplicity52 of a plain silver chain.
The herald’s voice boomed out. “If any man in this hall has other matters to set before His Grace,let him speak now or go forth and hold his silence.”
Sansa quailed53. Now, she told herself, I must do it now. Gods give me courage. She took one step,then another. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of theireyes on her. I must be as strong as my lady mother. “Your Grace,” she called out in a soft, tremulousvoice.
The height of the Iron Throne gave Joffrey a better vantage point than anyone else in the hall. Hewas the first to see her. “Come forward, my lady,” he called out, smiling.
His smile emboldened54 her, made her feel beautiful and strong. He does love me, he does. Sansalifted her head and walked toward him, not too slow and not too fast. She must not let them see hownervous she was.
“The Lady Sansa, of House Stark,” the herald cried.
She stopped under the throne, at the spot where Ser Barristan’s white cloak lay puddled on the floorbeside his helm and breastplate. “Do you have some business for king and council, Sansa?” the queenasked from the council table.
“I do.” She knelt on the cloak, so as not to spoil her gown, and looked up at her prince on hisfearsome black throne. “As it please Your Grace, I ask mercy for my father, Lord Eddard Stark, whowas the Hand of the King.” She had practiced the words a hundred times.
The queen sighed. “Sansa, you disappoint me. What did I tell you about traitor’s blood?”
“Your father has committed grave and terrible crimes, my lady,” Grand Maester Pycelle intoned.
“Ah, poor sad thing,” sighed Varys. “She is only a babe, my lords, she does not know what sheasks.”
Sansa had eyes only for Joffrey. He must listen to me, he must, she thought. The king shifted on hisseat. “Let her speak,” he commanded. “I want to hear what she says.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” Sansa smiled, a shy secret smile, just for him. He was listening. Sheknew he would.
“Treason is a noxious55 weed,” Pycelle declared solemnly. “It must be torn up, root and stem andseed, lest new traitors sprout56 from every roadside.”
“Do you deny your father’s crime?” Lord Baelish asked.
“No, my lords.” Sansa knew better than that. “I know he must be punished. All I ask is mercy. Iknow my lord father must regret what he did. He was King Robert’s friend and he loved him, you allknow he loved him. He never wanted to be Hand until the king asked him. They must have lied tohim. Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or … or somebody, they must have lied, otherwise …”
King Joffrey leaned forward, hands grasping the arms of the throne. Broken sword points fannedout between his fingers. “He said I wasn’t the king. Why did he say that?”
“His leg was broken,” Sansa replied eagerly. “It hurt ever so much, Maester Pycelle was givinghim milk of the poppy, and they say that milk of the poppy fills your head with clouds. Otherwise hewould never have said it.”
Varys said, “A child’s faith … such sweet innocence57 … and yet, they say wisdom oft comes fromthe mouths of babes.”
“Treason is treason,” Pycelle replied at once.
Joffrey rocked restlessly on the throne. “Mother?”
Cersei Lannister considered Sansa thoughtfully. “If Lord Eddard were to confess his crime,” shesaid at last, “we would know he had repented58 his folly59.”
Joffrey pushed himself to his feet. Please, Sansa thought, please, please, be the king I know youare, good and kind and noble, please. “Do you have any more to say?” he asked her.
“Only … that as you love me, you do me this kindness, my prince,” Sansa said.
King Joffrey looked her up and down. “Your sweet words have moved me,” he said gallantly,nodding, as if to say all would be well. “I shall do as you ask … but first your father has to confess.
He has to confess and say that I’m the king, or there will be no mercy for him.”
“He will,” Sansa said, heart soaring. “Oh, I know he will.”
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