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"
Prince
Aemon
the
Dragonknight
cried
the
day
Princess
Naerys
wed
his
brother
Aegon
,
"
Sansa
Stark
said
,
"
and
the
twins
Ser
Arryk
and
Ser
Erryk
died
with
tears
on
their
cheeks
after
each
had
given
the
other
a
mortal
wound
.
"
"
Be
quiet
,
or
I
’
ll
have
Ser
Meryn
give
you
a
mortal
wound
,
"
Joffrey
told
his
betrothed
.
Tyrion
glanced
at
his
sister
,
but
Cersei
was
engrossed
in
something
Ser
Balon
Swann
was
telling
her
.
Can
she
truly
be
so
blind
as
to
what
he
is
?
he
wondered
.
Out
on
the
river
,
Bold
Wind
unshipped
her
oars
and
glided
downstream
in
the
wake
of
Seaswift
.
Last
came
King
Robert
’
s
Hammer
,
the
might
of
the
royal
fleet
.
.
.
or
at
least
that
portion
that
had
not
fled
to
Dragonstone
last
year
with
Stannis
.
Tyrion
had
chosen
the
ships
with
care
,
avoiding
any
whose
captains
might
be
of
doubtful
loyalty
,
according
to
Varys
.
.
.
but
as
Varys
himself
was
of
doubtful
loyalty
,
a
certain
amount
of
apprehension
remained
.
I
rely
too
much
on
Varys
,
he
reflected
.
I
need
my
own
informers
.
Not
that
I
’
d
trust
them
either
.
Trust
would
get
you
killed
.
He
wondered
again
about
Littlefinger
.
There
had
been
no
word
from
Petyr
Baelish
since
he
had
ridden
off
for
Bitterbridge
.
That
might
mean
nothing
—
or
everything
.
Even
Varys
could
not
say
.
The
eunuch
had
suggested
that
perhaps
Littlefinger
had
met
some
misfortune
on
the
roads
.
He
might
even
be
slain
.
Tyrion
had
snorted
in
derision
.
"
If
Littlefinger
is
dead
,
then
I
’
m
a
giant
.
"
More
likely
,
the
Tyrells
were
balking
at
the
proposed
marriage
.
Tyrion
could
scarcely
blame
them
.
If
I
were
Mace
Tyrell
,
I
would
sooner
have
Joffrey
’
s
head
on
a
pike
than
his
cock
in
my
daughter
.
The
little
fleet
was
well
out
into
the
bay
when
Cersei
indicated
that
it
was
time
to
go
.
Bronn
brought
Tyrion
’
s
horse
and
helped
him
mount
.
That
was
Podrick
Payne
’
s
task
,
but
they
had
left
Pod
back
at
the
Red
Keep
.
The
gaunt
sellsword
made
for
a
much
more
reassuring
presence
than
the
boy
would
have
.
The
narrow
streets
were
lined
by
men
of
the
City
Watch
,
holding
back
the
crowd
with
the
shafts
of
their
spears
.
Ser
Jacelyn
Bywater
went
in
front
,
heading
a
wedge
of
mounted
lancers
in
black
ringmail
and
golden
cloaks
.
Behind
him
came
Ser
Aron
Santagar
and
Ser
Balon
Swann
,
bearing
the
king
’
s
banners
,
the
lion
of
Lannister
and
crowned
stag
of
Baratheon
.
King
Joffrey
followed
on
a
tall
grey
palfrey
,
a
golden
crown
set
upon
his
golden
curls
.
Sansa
Stark
rode
a
chestnut
mare
at
his
side
,
looking
neither
right
nor
left
,
her
thick
auburn
hair
flowing
to
her
shoulders
beneath
a
net
of
moonstones
.
Two
of
the
Kingsguard
flanked
the
couple
,
the
Hound
on
the
king
’
s
right
hand
and
Ser
Mandon
Moore
to
the
left
of
the
Stark
girl
.
Next
came
Tommen
,
snuffling
,
with
Ser
Preston
Greenfield
in
his
white
armor
and
cloak
,
and
then
Cersei
,
accompanied
by
Ser
Lancel
and
protected
by
Meryn
Trant
and
Boros
Blount
.
Tyrion
fell
in
with
his
sister
.
After
them
followed
the
High
Septon
in
his
litter
,
and
a
long
tail
of
other
courtiers
—
Ser
Horas
Redwyne
,
Lady
Tanda
and
her
daughter
,
Jalabhar
Xho
,
Lord
Gyles
Rosby
,
and
the
rest
.
A
double
column
of
guardsmen
brought
up
the
rear
.
