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"
—
your
brother
is
the
lawful
heir
.
"
"
While
he
lives
,
"
Renly
admitted
.
"
Though
it
’
s
a
fool
’
s
law
,
wouldn
’
t
you
agree
?
Why
the
oldest
son
,
and
not
the
best
-
fitted
?
The
crown
will
suit
me
,
as
it
never
suited
Robert
and
would
not
suit
Stannis
.
I
have
it
in
me
to
be
a
great
king
,
strong
yet
generous
,
clever
,
just
,
diligent
,
loyal
to
my
friends
and
terrible
to
my
enemies
,
yet
capable
of
forgiveness
,
patient
—
"
"
—
humble
?
"
Catelyn
supplied
.
Renly
laughed
.
"
You
must
allow
a
king
some
flaws
,
my
lady
.
"
Catelyn
felt
very
tired
.
It
had
all
been
for
nothing
.
The
Baratheon
brothers
would
drown
each
other
in
blood
while
her
son
faced
the
Lannisters
alone
,
and
nothing
she
could
say
or
do
would
stop
it
.
It
is
past
time
I
went
back
to
Riverrun
to
close
my
father
’
s
eyes
,
she
thought
.
That
much
at
least
I
can
do
.
I
may
be
a
poor
envoy
,
but
I
am
a
good
mourner
,
gods
save
me
.
Their
camp
was
well
sited
atop
a
low
stony
ridge
that
ran
from
north
to
south
.
It
was
far
more
orderly
than
the
sprawling
encampment
on
the
Mander
,
though
only
a
quarter
as
large
.
When
he
’
d
learned
of
his
brother
’
s
assault
on
Storm
’
s
End
,
Renly
had
split
his
forces
,
much
as
Robb
had
done
at
the
Twins
.
His
great
mass
of
foot
he
had
left
behind
at
Bitterbridge
with
his
young
queen
,
his
wagons
,
carts
,
draft
animals
,
and
all
his
cumbersome
siege
machinery
,
while
Renly
himself
led
his
knights
and
freeriders
in
a
swift
dash
east
.
How
like
his
brother
Robert
he
was
,
even
in
that
.
.
.
only
Robert
had
always
had
Eddard
Stark
to
temper
his
boldness
with
caution
.
Ned
would
surely
have
prevailed
upon
Robert
to
bring
up
his
whole
force
,
to
encircle
Stannis
and
besiege
the
besiegers
.
That
choice
Renly
had
denied
himself
in
his
headlong
rush
to
come
to
grips
with
his
brother
.
He
had
outdistanced
his
supply
lines
,
left
food
and
forage
days
behind
with
all
his
wagons
and
mules
and
oxen
.
He
must
come
to
battle
soon
,
or
starve
.
Catelyn
sent
Hal
Mollen
to
tend
to
their
horses
while
she
accompanied
Renly
back
to
the
royal
pavilion
at
the
heart
of
the
encampment
.
Inside
the
walls
of
green
silk
,
his
captains
and
lords
bannermen
were
waiting
to
hear
word
of
the
parley
.
"
My
brother
has
not
changed
,
"
their
young
king
told
them
as
Brienne
unfastened
his
cloak
and
lifted
the
gold
-
and
-
jade
crown
from
his
brow
.
"
Castles
and
courtesies
will
not
appease
him
,
he
must
have
blood
.
Well
,
I
am
of
a
mind
to
grant
his
wish
.
"
