Игра престолов

Eddard

           Poolewithdrewquietly.

           Roberthadtakentimetodress.HeworeablackvelvetdoubletwiththecrownedstagofBaratheonworkeduponthebreastingoldenthread,andagoldenmantlewithacloakofblackandgoldsquares.Aflagonofwinewasinhishand,hisfacealreadyflushedfromdrink.CerseiLannisterenteredbehindhim,ajeweledtiarainherhair.

           "YourGrace,"Nedsaid."Yourpardons.Icannotrise."

           "Nomatter,"thekingsaidgruffly."Somewine?FromtheArbor.Agoodvintage."

           "Asmallcup,"Nedsaid."Myheadisstillheavyfromthemilkofthepoppy."

           "Amaninyourplaceshouldcounthimselffortunatethathisheadisstillonhisshoulders,"thequeendeclared.

           "Quiet,woman,"Robertsnapped.HebroughtNedacupofwine."Doesthelegstillpainyou?"

           "Some,"Nedsaid.Hisheadwasswimming,butitwouldnotdotoadmittoweaknessinfrontofthequeen.

           "Pycelleswearsitwillhealclean."Robertfrowned."ItakeityouknowwhatCatelynhasdone?"

           "Ido."Nedtookasmallswallowofwine."Myladywifeisblameless,YourGrace.Allshedidshedidatmycommand."

           "Iamnotpleased,Ned,"Robertgrumbled.

           "Bywhatrightdoyoudarelayhandsonmyblood?"Cerseidemanded."Whodoyouthinkyouare?"

           "TheHandoftheKing,"Nedtoldherwithicycourtesy."Chargedbyyourownlordhusbandtokeeptheking’speaceandenforcetheking’sjustice."

           "YouweretheHand,"Cerseibegan,"butnow"

           "Silence!"thekingroared.

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