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"
Because
these
child
kings
and
drunken
oafs
can
call
other
strong
men
,
with
other
swords
.
"
"
Then
these
other
swordsmen
have
the
true
power
.
Or
do
they
?
Whence
came
their
swords
?
Why
do
they
obey
?
"
Varys
smiled
.
"
Some
say
knowledge
is
power
.
Some
tell
us
that
all
power
comes
from
the
gods
.
Others
say
it
derives
from
law
.
Yet
that
day
on
the
steps
of
Baelor
’
s
Sept
,
our
godly
High
Septon
and
the
lawful
Queen
Regent
and
your
ever
-
so
-
knowledgeable
servant
were
as
powerless
as
any
cobbler
or
cooper
in
the
crowd
.
Who
truly
killed
Eddard
Stark
do
you
think
?
Joffrey
,
who
gave
the
command
?
Ser
Ilyn
Payne
,
who
swung
the
sword
?
Or
.
.
.
another
?
"
Tyrion
cocked
his
head
sideways
.
"
Did
you
mean
to
answer
your
damned
riddle
,
or
only
to
make
my
head
ache
worse
?
"
Varys
smiled
.
"
Here
,
then
.
Power
resides
where
men
believe
it
resides
.
No
more
and
no
less
.
"
"
So
power
is
a
mummer
’
s
trick
?
"
"
A
shadow
on
the
wall
,
"
Varys
murmured
,
"
yet
shadows
can
kill
.
And
oft
-
times
a
very
small
man
can
cast
a
very
large
shadow
.
"
Tyrion
smiled
.
"
Lord
Varys
,
I
am
growing
strangely
fond
of
you
.
I
may
kill
you
yet
,
but
I
think
I
’
d
feel
sad
about
it
.
"
"
I
will
take
that
as
high
praise
.
"
"
What
are
you
,
Varys
?
"
Tyrion
found
he
truly
wanted
to
know
.
"
A
spider
,
they
say
.
"
