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"
Not
our
men
,
"
Ned
said
patiently
.
"
Lannister
men
.
The
lion
of
Lannister
flew
over
the
ramparts
,
not
the
crowned
stag
.
And
they
had
taken
the
city
by
treachery
.
"
The
war
had
raged
for
close
to
a
year
.
Lords
great
and
small
had
flocked
to
Robert
's
banners
;
others
had
remained
loyal
to
Targaryen
.
The
mighty
Lannisters
of
Casterly
Rock
,
the
Wardens
of
the
West
,
had
remained
aloof
from
the
struggle
,
ignoring
calls
to
arms
from
both
rebels
and
royalists
.
Aerys
Targaryen
must
have
thought
that
his
gods
had
answered
his
prayers
when
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
appeared
before
the
gates
of
King
's
Landing
with
an
army
twelve
thousand
strong
,
professing
loyalty
.
So
the
mad
king
had
ordered
his
last
mad
act
.
He
had
opened
his
city
to
the
lions
at
the
gate
.
"
Treachery
was
a
coin
the
Targaryens
knew
well
,
"
Robert
said
.
The
anger
was
building
in
him
again
.
"
Lannister
paid
them
back
in
kind
.
It
was
no
less
than
they
deserved
.
I
shall
not
trouble
my
sleep
over
it
.
"
"
You
were
not
there
,
"
Ned
said
,
bitterness
in
his
voice
.
Troubled
sleep
was
no
stranger
to
him
.
He
had
lived
his
lies
for
fourteen
years
,
yet
they
still
haunted
him
at
night
.
"
There
was
no
honor
in
that
conquest
.
"
"
The
Others
take
your
honor
!
"
Robert
swore
.
"
What
did
any
Targaryen
ever
know
of
honor
?
Go
down
into
your
crypt
and
ask
Lyanna
about
the
dragon
's
honor
!
"
"
You
avenged
Lyanna
at
the
Trident
,
"
Ned
said
,
halting
beside
the
king
.
Promise
me
,
Ned
,
she
had
whispered
.
"
That
did
not
bring
her
back
.
"
Robert
looked
away
,
off
into
the
grey
distance
.
"
The
gods
be
damned
.
It
was
a
hollow
victory
they
gave
me
.
A
crown
...
it
was
the
girl
I
prayed
them
for
.
Your
sister
,
safe
...
and
mine
again
,
as
she
was
meant
to
be
.
I
ask
you
,
Ned
,
what
good
is
it
to
wear
a
crown
?
The
gods
mock
the
prayers
of
kings
and
cowherds
alike
.
"
"
I
can
not
answer
for
the
gods
,
Your
Grace
...
only
for
what
I
found
when
I
rode
into
the
throne
room
that
day
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
Aerys
was
dead
on
the
floor
,
drowned
in
his
own
blood
.
His
dragon
skulls
stared
down
from
the
walls
.
Lannister
's
men
were
everywhere
.
Jaime
wore
the
white
cloak
of
the
Kingsguard
over
his
golden
armor
.
I
can
see
him
still
.
Even
his
sword
was
gilded
.
He
was
seated
on
the
Iron
Throne
,
high
above
his
knights
,
wearing
a
helm
fashioned
in
the
shape
of
a
lion
's
head
.
How
he
glittered
!
"
"
This
is
well
known
,
"
the
king
complained
.
