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Alive
or
dead
,
his
tone
implied
.
"
And
when
shall
that
be
,
Lord
Stannis
?
King
’
s
Landing
is
close
to
your
Dragonstone
,
but
I
find
you
here
instead
.
"
"
You
are
frank
,
Lady
Stark
.
Very
well
,
I
’
ll
answer
you
frankly
.
To
take
the
city
,
I
need
the
power
of
these
southron
lords
I
see
across
the
field
.
My
brother
has
them
.
I
must
needs
take
them
from
him
.
"
"
Men
give
their
allegiance
where
they
will
,
my
lord
.
These
lords
swore
fealty
to
Robert
and
House
Baratheon
.
If
you
and
your
brother
were
to
put
aside
your
quarrel
—
"
"
I
have
no
quarrel
with
Renly
,
should
he
prove
dutiful
.
I
am
his
elder
,
and
his
king
.
I
want
only
what
is
mine
by
rights
.
Renly
owes
me
loyalty
and
obedience
.
I
mean
to
have
it
.
From
him
,
and
from
these
other
lords
.
"
Stannis
studied
her
face
.
"
And
what
cause
brings
you
to
this
field
,
my
lady
?
Has
House
Stark
cast
its
lot
with
my
brother
,
is
that
the
way
of
it
?
"
This
one
will
never
bend
,
she
thought
,
yet
she
must
try
nonetheless
.
Too
much
was
at
stake
.
"
My
son
reigns
as
King
in
the
North
,
by
the
will
of
our
lords
and
people
.
He
bends
the
knee
to
no
man
,
but
holds
out
the
hand
of
friendship
to
all
.
"
"
Kings
have
no
friends
,
"
Stannis
said
bluntly
,
"
only
subjects
and
enemies
.
"
"
And
brothers
,
"
a
cheerful
voice
called
out
behind
her
.
Catelyn
glanced
over
her
shoulder
as
Lord
Renly
’
s
palfrey
picked
her
way
through
the
stumps
.
The
younger
Baratheon
was
splendid
in
his
green
velvet
doublet
and
satin
cloak
trimmed
in
vair
.
The
crown
of
golden
roses
girded
his
temples
,
jade
stag
’
s
head
rising
over
his
forehead
,
long
black
hair
spilling
out
beneath
.
Jagged
chunks
of
black
diamond
studded
his
swordbelt
,
and
a
chain
of
gold
and
emeralds
looped
around
his
neck
.
Renly
had
chosen
a
woman
to
carry
his
banner
as
well
,
though
Brienne
hid
face
and
form
behind
plate
armor
that
gave
no
hint
of
her
sex
.
Atop
her
twelve
-
foot
lance
,
the
crowned
stag
pranced
black
-
on
-
gold
as
the
wind
off
the
sea
rippled
the
cloth
.
