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"
I
daresay
,
the
realm
could
survive
a
few
less
councilors
,
"
said
Littlefinger
with
a
smile
.
"
Dear
dear
Petyr
,
"
said
Varys
,
"
are
you
not
concerned
that
yours
might
be
the
next
name
on
the
Hand
’
s
little
list
?
"
"
Before
you
,
Varys
?
I
should
never
dream
of
it
.
"
"
Mayhaps
we
will
be
brothers
on
the
Wall
together
,
you
and
I
.
"
Varys
giggled
again
.
"
Sooner
than
you
’
d
like
,
if
the
next
words
out
of
your
mouth
are
not
something
useful
,
eunuch
.
"
From
the
look
of
her
eyes
,
Cersei
was
prepared
to
castrate
Varys
all
over
again
.
"
Might
this
be
some
ruse
?
"
asked
Littlefinger
.
"
If
so
,
it
is
a
ruse
of
surpassing
cleverness
,
"
said
Varys
.
"
It
has
certainly
hoodwinked
me
.
"
Tyrion
had
heard
enough
.
"
Joff
will
be
so
disappointed
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
was
saving
such
a
nice
spike
for
Renly
’
s
head
.
But
whoever
did
the
deed
,
we
must
assume
Stannis
was
behind
it
.
The
gain
is
clearly
his
.
"
He
did
not
like
this
news
;
he
had
counted
on
the
brothers
Baratheon
decimating
each
other
in
bloody
battle
.
He
could
feel
his
elbow
throbbing
where
the
morningstar
had
laid
it
open
.
It
did
that
sometimes
in
the
damp
.
He
squeezed
it
uselessly
in
his
hand
and
asked
,
"
What
of
Renly
’
s
host
?
"
"
The
greater
part
of
his
foot
remains
at
Bitterbridge
.
"
Varys
abandoned
the
brazier
to
take
his
seat
at
the
table
.
"
Most
of
the
lords
who
rode
with
Lord
Renly
to
Storm
’
s
End
have
gone
over
banner
-
and
-
blade
to
Stannis
,
with
all
their
chivalry
.
"
"
Led
by
the
Florents
,
I
’
d
wager
,
"
said
Littlefinger
.
