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"
So
you
believe
the
boy
caught
them
at
their
incest
.
.
.
"
"
I
beg
you
,
my
lord
,
grant
me
leave
to
go
to
your
brother
Stannis
and
tell
him
what
I
suspect
.
"
"
To
what
end
?
"
"
Robb
will
set
aside
his
crown
if
you
and
your
brother
will
do
the
same
,
"
she
said
,
hoping
it
was
true
.
She
would
make
it
true
if
she
must
;
Robb
would
listen
to
her
,
even
if
his
lords
would
not
.
"
Let
the
three
of
you
call
for
a
Great
Council
,
such
as
the
realm
has
not
seen
for
a
hundred
years
.
We
will
send
to
Winterfell
,
so
Bran
may
tell
his
tale
and
all
men
may
know
the
Lannisters
for
the
true
usurpers
.
Let
the
assembled
lords
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
choose
who
shall
rule
them
.
"
Renly
laughed
.
"
Tell
me
,
my
lady
,
do
direwolves
vote
on
who
should
lead
the
pack
?
"
Brienne
brought
the
king
’
s
gauntlets
and
greathelm
,
crowned
with
golden
antlers
that
would
add
a
foot
and
a
half
to
his
height
.
"
The
time
for
talk
is
done
.
Now
we
see
who
is
stronger
.
"
Renly
pulled
a
lobstered
green
-
and
-
gold
gauntlet
over
his
left
hand
,
while
Brienne
knelt
to
buckle
on
his
belt
,
heavy
with
the
weight
of
longsword
and
dagger
.
"
I
beg
you
in
the
name
of
the
Mother
,
"
Catelyn
began
when
a
sudden
gust
of
wind
flung
open
the
door
of
the
tent
.
She
thought
she
glimpsed
movement
,
but
when
she
turned
her
head
,
it
was
only
the
king
’
s
shadow
shifting
against
the
silken
walls
.
She
heard
Renly
begin
a
jest
,
his
shadow
moving
,
lifting
its
sword
,
black
on
green
,
candles
guttering
,
shivering
,
something
was
queer
,
wrong
,
and
then
she
saw
Renly
’
s
sword
still
in
its
scabbard
,
sheathed
still
,
but
the
shadowsword
.
.
.
"
Cold
,
"
said
Renly
in
a
small
puzzled
voice
,
a
heartbeat
before
the
steel
of
his
gorget
parted
like
cheesecloth
beneath
the
shadow
of
a
blade
that
was
not
there
.
He
had
time
to
make
a
small
thick
gasp
before
the
blood
came
gushing
out
of
his
throat
.
"
Your
Gr
—
no
!
"
cried
Brienne
the
Blue
when
she
saw
that
evil
flow
,
sounding
as
scared
as
any
little
girl
.
The
king
stumbled
into
her
arms
,
a
sheet
of
blood
creeping
down
the
front
of
his
armor
,
a
dark
red
tide
that
drowned
his
green
and
gold
.
More
candles
guttered
out
.
Renly
tried
to
speak
,
but
he
was
choking
on
his
own
blood
.
His
legs
collapsed
,
and
only
Brienne
’
s
strength
held
him
up
.
She
threw
back
her
head
and
screamed
,
wordless
in
her
anguish
.
The
shadow
.
Something
dark
and
evil
had
happened
here
,
she
knew
,
something
that
she
could
not
begin
to
understand
.
Renly
never
cast
that
shadow
.
Death
came
in
that
door
and
blew
the
life
out
of
him
as
swift
as
the
wind
snuffed
out
his
candles
.
