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"
That
is
,
"
Ned
finished
quietly
,
watching
,
"
unless
you
have
already
promised
the
honor
to
another
.
"
For
a
moment
Robert
had
the
grace
to
look
startled
.
Just
as
quickly
,
the
look
became
annoyance
.
"
What
if
I
have
?
"
"
It
's
Jaime
Lannister
,
is
it
not
?
"
Robert
kicked
his
horse
back
into
motion
and
started
down
the
ridge
toward
the
barrows
.
Ned
kept
pace
with
him
.
The
king
rode
on
,
eyes
straight
ahead
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
A
single
hard
word
to
end
the
matter
.
"
Kingslayer
,
"
Ned
said
.
The
rumors
were
true
,
then
.
He
rode
on
dangerous
ground
now
,
he
knew
.
"
An
able
and
courageous
man
,
no
doubt
,
"
he
said
carefully
,
"
but
his
father
is
Warden
of
the
West
,
Robert
.
In
time
Ser
Jaime
will
succeed
to
that
honor
.
No
one
man
should
hold
both
East
and
West
.
"
He
left
unsaid
his
real
concern
;
that
the
appointment
would
put
half
the
armies
of
the
realm
into
the
hands
of
Lannisters
.
"
I
will
fight
that
battle
when
the
enemy
appears
on
the
field
,
"
the
king
said
stubbornly
.
"
At
the
moment
,
Lord
Tywin
looms
eternal
as
Casterly
Rock
,
so
I
doubt
that
Jaime
will
be
succeeding
anytime
soon
.
Do
n't
vex
me
about
this
,
Ned
,
the
stone
has
been
set
.
"
"
Your
Grace
,
may
I
speak
frankly
?
"
"
I
seem
unable
to
stop
you
,
"
Robert
grumbled
.
They
rode
through
tall
brown
grasses
.
"
Can
you
trust
Jaime
Lannister
?
"
