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"
I
want
every
forge
in
King
’
s
Landing
turned
to
making
these
links
and
joining
them
.
All
other
work
is
to
be
put
aside
.
I
want
every
man
who
knows
the
art
of
working
metal
set
to
this
task
,
be
he
master
,
journeyman
,
or
apprentice
.
When
I
ride
up
the
Street
of
Steel
,
I
want
to
hear
hammers
ringing
,
night
or
day
.
And
I
want
a
man
,
a
strong
man
,
to
see
that
all
this
is
done
.
Are
you
that
man
,
Goodman
Ironbelly
?
"
"
Might
be
I
am
,
m
’
lord
.
But
what
of
the
mail
and
swords
the
queen
was
wanting
?
"
Another
smith
spoke
up
.
"
Her
Grace
commanded
us
to
make
chain
-
mail
and
armor
,
swords
and
daggers
and
axes
,
all
in
great
numbers
.
For
arming
her
new
gold
cloaks
,
m
’
lord
.
"
"
That
work
can
wait
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
The
chain
first
.
"
"
M
’
lord
,
begging
your
pardon
,
Her
Grace
said
those
as
didn
’
t
meet
their
numbers
would
have
their
hands
crushed
,
"
the
anxious
Smith
persisted
.
"
Smashed
on
their
own
anvils
,
she
said
.
"
Sweet
Cersei
,
always
striving
to
make
the
smallfolk
love
us
.
"
No
one
will
have
their
hands
smashed
.
You
have
my
word
on
it
.
"
"
Iron
is
grown
dear
,
"
Ironbelly
declared
,
"
and
this
chain
will
be
needing
much
of
it
,
and
coke
beside
,
for
the
fires
.
"
"
Lord
Baelish
will
see
that
you
have
coin
as
you
need
it
,
"
Tyrion
promised
.
He
could
count
on
Littlefinger
for
that
much
,
he
hoped
.
"
I
will
command
the
City
Watch
to
help
you
find
iron
.
Melt
down
every
horseshoe
in
this
city
if
you
must
.
"
An
older
man
moved
forward
,
richly
dressed
in
a
damask
tunic
with
silver
fastenings
and
a
cloak
lined
with
fox
-
fur
.
He
knelt
to
examine
the
great
steel
links
Tyrion
had
dumped
on
the
floor
.
