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"
And
if
he
will
not
give
them
to
you
,
my
lord
?
"
"
I
mean
to
be
king
,
my
lady
,
and
not
of
a
broken
kingdom
.
I
cannot
say
it
plainer
than
that
.
Three
hundred
years
ago
,
a
Stark
king
knelt
to
Aegon
the
Dragon
,
when
he
saw
he
could
not
hope
to
prevail
.
That
was
wisdom
.
Your
son
must
be
wise
as
well
.
Once
he
joins
me
,
this
war
is
good
as
done
.
We
—
"
Renly
broke
off
suddenly
,
distracted
.
"
What
’
s
this
now
?
"
The
rattle
of
chains
heralded
the
raising
of
the
portcullis
.
Down
in
the
yard
below
,
a
rider
in
a
winged
helm
urged
his
well
-
lathered
horse
under
the
spikes
.
"
Summon
the
king
!
"
he
called
.
Renly
vaulted
up
into
a
crenel
"
I
’
m
here
,
ser
.
"
"
Your
Grace
.
"
The
rider
spurred
his
mount
closer
.
"
I
came
swift
as
I
could
.
From
Storm
’
s
End
.
We
are
besieged
,
Your
Grace
,
Ser
Cortnay
defies
them
,
but
.
.
.
"
"
But
.
.
.
that
’
s
not
possible
.
I
would
have
been
told
if
Lord
Tywin
left
Harrenhal
.
"
"
These
are
no
Lannisters
,
my
liege
.
It
’
s
Lord
Stannis
at
your
gates
.
King
Stannis
,
he
calls
himself
now
.
"
A
blowing
rain
lashed
at
Jon
’
s
face
as
he
spurred
his
horse
across
the
swollen
stream
.
Beside
him
,
Lord
Commander
Mormont
gave
the
hood
of
his
cloak
a
tug
,
muttering
curses
on
the
weather
.
His
raven
sat
on
his
shoulder
,
feathers
ruffled
,
as
soaked
and
grumpy
as
the
Old
Bear
himself
.
A
gust
of
wind
sent
wet
leaves
flapping
round
them
like
a
flock
of
dead
birds
.
The
haunted
forest
,
Jon
thought
ruefully
.
The
drowned
forest
,
more
like
it
.
He
hoped
Sam
was
holding
up
,
back
down
the
column
.
He
was
not
a
good
rider
even
in
fair
weather
,
and
six
days
of
rain
had
made
the
ground
treacherous
,
all
soft
mud
and
hidden
rocks
.
When
the
wind
blew
,
it
drove
the
water
right
into
their
eyes
.
The
Wall
would
be
flowing
off
to
the
south
,
the
melting
ice
mingling
with
warm
rain
to
wash
down
in
sheets
and
rivers
.
Pyp
and
Toad
would
be
sitting
near
the
fire
in
the
common
room
,
drinking
cups
of
mulled
wine
before
their
supper
.
Jon
envied
them
.
His
wet
wool
clung
to
him
sodden
and
itching
,
his
neck
and
shoulders
ached
fiercely
from
the
weight
of
mail
and
sword
,
and
he
was
sick
of
salt
cod
,
salt
beef
,
and
hard
cheese
.
