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Did
he
take
my
hand
and
say
,
Well
done
,
brother
,
whatever
should
I
do
without
you
?
No
,
he
blamed
me
for
letting
Willem
Darry
steal
away
Viserys
and
the
babe
,
as
if
I
could
have
stopped
it
.
I
sat
on
his
council
for
fifteen
years
,
helping
Jon
Arryn
rule
his
realm
while
Robert
drank
and
whored
,
but
when
Jon
died
,
did
my
brother
name
me
his
Hand
?
No
,
he
went
galloping
off
to
his
dear
friend
Ned
Stark
,
and
offered
him
the
honor
.
And
small
good
it
did
either
of
them
.
"
"
Be
that
as
it
may
,
my
lord
,
"
Maester
Cressen
said
gently
.
"
Great
wrongs
have
been
done
you
,
but
the
past
is
dust
.
The
future
may
yet
be
won
if
you
join
with
the
Starks
.
There
are
others
you
might
sound
out
as
well
.
What
of
Lady
Arryn
?
If
the
queen
murdered
her
husband
,
surely
she
will
want
justice
for
him
.
She
has
a
young
son
,
Jon
Arryn
’
s
heir
.
If
you
were
to
betroth
Shireen
to
him
—
"
"
The
boy
is
weak
and
sickly
,
"
Lord
Stannis
objected
.
"
Even
his
father
saw
how
it
was
,
when
he
asked
me
to
foster
him
on
Dragonstone
.
Service
as
a
page
might
have
done
him
good
,
but
that
damnable
Lannister
woman
had
Lord
Arryn
poisoned
before
it
could
be
done
,
and
now
Lysa
hides
him
in
the
Eyrie
.
She
’
ll
never
part
with
the
boy
,
I
promise
you
that
.
"
"
Then
you
must
send
Shireen
to
the
Eyrie
,
"
the
maester
urged
.
"
Dragonstone
is
a
grim
home
for
a
child
.
Let
her
fool
go
with
her
,
so
she
will
have
a
familiar
face
about
her
.
"
"
Familiar
and
hideous
.
"
Stannis
furrowed
his
brow
in
thought
.
"
Still
.
.
.
perhaps
it
is
worth
the
trying
.
.
.
"
"
Must
the
rightful
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
beg
for
help
from
widow
women
and
usurpers
?
"
a
woman
’
s
voice
asked
sharply
.
Maester
Cressen
turned
and
bowed
his
head
.
"
My
lady
,
"
he
said
,
chagrined
that
he
had
not
heard
her
enter
.
Lord
Stannis
scowled
.
"
I
do
not
beg
.
Of
anyone
.
Mind
you
remember
that
,
woman
.
"
"
I
am
pleased
to
hear
it
,
my
lord
.
"
Lady
Selyse
was
as
tall
as
her
husband
,
thin
of
body
and
thin
of
face
,
with
prominent
ears
,
a
sharp
nose
,
and
the
faintest
hint
of
a
mustache
on
her
upper
lip
.
She
plucked
it
daily
and
cursed
it
regularly
,
yet
it
never
failed
to
return
.
Her
eyes
were
pale
,
her
mouth
stern
,
her
voice
a
whip
.
She
cracked
it
now
.
"
Lady
Arryn
owes
you
her
allegiance
,
as
do
the
Starks
,
your
brother
Renly
,
and
all
the
rest
.
You
are
their
one
true
king
.
It
would
not
be
fitting
to
plead
and
bargain
with
them
for
what
is
rightfully
yours
by
the
grace
of
god
.
"
God
,
she
said
,
not
gods
.
The
red
woman
had
won
her
,
heart
and
soul
,
turning
her
from
the
gods
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
both
old
and
new
,
to
worship
the
one
they
called
the
Lord
of
Light
.
