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Eddard

           IfItoldyouwhattheDothrakiwoulddotothepoormanwhousedoneonakhaleesi,noneofyouwouldsleeptonight."Hestrokedapowderedcheek."Now,poison...thetearsofLys,letussay.KhalDrogoneedneverknowitwasnotanaturaldeath."

           GrandMaesterPycelle’ssleepyeyesflickedopen.Hesquintedsuspiciouslyattheeunuch.

           "Poisonisacoward’sweapon,"thekingcomplained.

           Nedhadheardenough."Yousendhiredknivestokillafourteen-year-oldgirlandstillquibbleabouthonor?"Hepushedbackhischairandstood."Doityourself,Robert.Themanwhopassesthesentenceshouldswingthesword.Lookherintheeyesbeforeyoukillher.Seehertears,hearherlastwords.Youoweherthatmuchatleast."

           "Gods,"thekingswore,thewordexplodingoutofhimasifhecouldbarelycontainhisfury."Youmeanit,damnyou."Hereachedfortheflagonofwineathiselbow,founditempty,andflungitawaytoshatteragainstthewall."Iamoutofwineandoutofpatience.Enoughofthis.Justhaveitdone."

           "Iwillnotbepartofmurder,Robert.Doasyouwill,butdonotaskmetofixmysealtoit."

           ForamomentRobertdidnotseemtounderstandwhatNedwassaying.Defiancewasnotadishhetastedoften.Slowlyhisfacechangedascomprehensioncame.Hiseyesnarrowedandaflushcreptuphisneckpastthevelvetcollar.HepointedanangryfingeratNed."YouaretheKing’sHand,LordStark.YouwilldoasIcommandyou,orI’llfindmeaHandwhowill."

           "Iwishhimeverysuccess."

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