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"
He
’
s
at
the
Mud
Gate
with
the
Hand
and
the
Kingsguard
,
Y
’
Grace
.
He
spoke
to
the
archers
on
the
hoardings
before
,
and
gave
them
a
few
tips
on
handling
a
crossbow
,
he
did
.
All
agree
,
he
’
s
a
right
brave
boy
.
"
"
He
’
d
best
remain
a
right
live
boy
.
"
Cersei
turned
to
his
brother
Osfryd
,
who
was
taller
,
sterner
,
and
wore
a
drooping
black
mustache
.
"
Yes
?
"
Osfryd
had
donned
a
steel
half
-
helm
over
his
long
black
hair
,
and
the
look
on
his
face
was
grim
,
"
Y
’
Grace
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
the
boys
caught
a
groom
and
two
maidservants
trying
to
sneak
out
a
postern
with
three
of
the
king
’
s
horses
.
"
"
The
night
’
s
first
traitors
,
"
the
queen
said
,
"
but
not
the
last
,
I
fear
.
Have
Ser
Ilyn
see
to
them
,
and
put
their
heads
on
pikes
outside
the
stables
as
a
warning
.
"
As
they
left
,
she
turned
to
Sansa
.
"
Another
lesson
you
should
learn
,
if
you
hope
to
sit
beside
my
son
.
Be
gentle
on
a
night
like
this
and
you
’
ll
have
treasons
popping
up
all
about
you
like
mushrooms
after
a
hard
rain
.
The
only
way
to
keep
your
people
loyal
is
to
make
certain
they
fear
you
more
than
they
do
the
enemy
.
"
"
I
will
remember
,
Your
Grace
,
"
said
Sansa
,
though
she
had
always
heard
that
love
was
a
surer
route
to
the
people
’
s
loyalty
than
fear
.
If
I
am
ever
a
queen
,
I
’
ll
make
them
love
me
.
Crabclaw
pies
followed
the
salad
.
Then
came
mutton
roasted
with
leeks
and
carrots
,
served
in
trenchers
of
hollowed
bread
.
Lollys
ate
too
fast
,
got
sick
,
and
retched
all
over
herself
and
her
sister
.
Lord
Gyles
coughed
,
drank
,
coughed
,
drank
,
and
passed
out
.
The
queen
gazed
down
in
disgust
to
where
he
sprawled
with
his
face
in
his
trencher
and
his
hand
in
a
puddle
of
wine
.
"
The
gods
must
have
been
mad
to
waste
manhood
on
the
likes
of
him
,
and
I
must
have
been
mad
to
demand
his
release
.
"
Osfryd
Kettleblack
returned
,
crimson
cloak
swirling
.
"
There
’
s
folks
gathering
in
the
square
,
Y
’
Grace
,
asking
to
take
refuge
in
the
castle
.
Not
a
mob
,
rich
merchants
and
the
like
.
"
"
Command
them
to
return
to
their
homes
,
"
the
queen
said
.
"
If
they
won
’
t
go
,
have
our
crossbowmen
kill
a
few
.
No
sorties
;
I
won
’
t
have
the
gates
opened
for
any
reason
.
"
"
As
you
command
.
"
He
bowed
and
moved
off
.
