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"
Robert
’
s
bastards
?
What
of
them
?
"
"
He
fathered
eight
,
to
the
best
of
my
knowing
,
"
Varys
said
as
he
wrestled
with
the
saddle
.
"
Their
mothers
were
copper
and
honey
,
chestnut
and
butter
,
yet
the
babes
were
all
black
as
ravens
.
.
.
and
as
ill
-
omened
,
it
would
seem
.
So
when
Joffrey
,
Myrcella
,
and
Tommen
slid
out
between
your
sister
’
s
thighs
,
each
as
golden
as
the
sun
,
the
truth
was
not
hard
to
glimpse
.
"
Tyrion
shook
his
head
.
If
she
had
borne
only
one
child
for
her
husband
,
it
would
have
been
enough
to
disarm
suspicion
.
.
.
but
then
she
would
not
have
been
Cersei
.
"
If
you
were
not
this
whisperer
,
who
was
?
"
"
Some
traitor
,
doubtless
.
"
Varys
tightened
the
cinch
.
"
Littlefinger
?
"
"
I
named
no
name
.
"
Tyrion
let
the
eunuch
help
him
mount
"
Lord
Varys
,
"
he
said
from
the
saddle
,
"
sometimes
I
feel
as
though
you
are
the
best
friend
I
have
in
King
’
s
Landing
,
and
sometimes
I
feel
you
are
my
worst
enemy
.
"
"
How
odd
.
I
think
quite
the
same
of
you
.
"
Long
before
the
first
pale
fingers
of
light
pried
apart
Bran
’
s
shutters
,
his
eyes
were
open
.
