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"
I
was
still
mounted
.
I
rode
the
length
of
the
hall
in
silence
,
between
the
long
rows
of
dragon
skulls
.
It
felt
as
though
they
were
watching
me
,
somehow
.
I
stopped
in
front
of
the
throne
,
looking
up
at
him
.
His
golden
sword
was
across
his
legs
,
its
edge
red
with
a
king
's
blood
.
My
men
were
filling
the
room
behind
me
.
Lannister
's
men
drew
back
.
I
never
said
a
word
.
I
looked
at
him
seated
there
on
the
throne
,
and
I
waited
.
At
last
Jaime
laughed
and
got
up
.
He
took
off
his
helm
,
and
he
said
to
me
,
'
Have
no
fear
,
Stark
.
I
was
only
keeping
it
warm
for
our
friend
Robert
.
It
's
not
a
very
comfortable
seat
,
I
'm
afraid
.
'
"
The
king
threw
back
his
head
and
roared
.
His
laughter
startled
a
flight
of
crows
from
the
tall
brown
grass
.
They
took
to
the
air
in
a
wild
beating
of
wings
.
"
You
think
I
should
mistrust
Lannister
because
he
sat
on
my
throne
for
a
few
moments
?
"
He
shook
with
laughter
again
.
"
Jaime
was
all
of
seventeen
,
Ned
.
Scarce
more
than
a
boy
.
"
"
Boy
or
man
,
he
had
no
right
to
that
throne
.
"
"
Perhaps
he
was
tired
,
"
Robert
suggested
.
"
Killing
kings
is
weary
work
.
Gods
know
,
there
's
no
place
else
to
rest
your
ass
in
that
damnable
room
.
And
he
spoke
truly
,
it
is
a
monstrous
uncomfortable
chair
.
In
more
ways
than
one
.
"
The
king
shook
his
head
.
"
Well
,
now
I
know
Jaime
's
dark
sin
,
and
the
matter
can
be
forgotten
.
I
am
heartily
sick
of
secrets
and
squabbles
and
matters
of
state
,
Ned
.
It
's
all
as
tedious
as
counting
coppers
.
Come
,
let
's
ride
,
you
used
to
know
how
.
I
want
to
feel
the
wind
in
my
hair
again
.
"
He
kicked
his
horse
back
into
motion
and
galloped
up
over
the
barrow
,
raining
earth
down
behind
him
.
For
a
moment
Ned
did
not
follow
.
He
had
run
out
of
words
,
and
he
was
filled
with
a
vast
sense
of
helplessness
.
Not
for
the
first
time
,
he
wondered
what
he
was
doing
here
and
why
he
had
come
He
was
no
Jon
Arryn
,
to
curb
the
wildness
of
his
king
and
teach
him
wisdom
.
Robert
would
do
what
he
pleased
,
as
he
always
had
,
and
nothing
Ned
could
say
or
do
would
change
that
.
He
belonged
in
Winterfell
.
He
belonged
with
Catelyn
in
her
grief
,
and
with
Bran
.
A
man
could
not
always
be
where
he
belonged
,
though
.
Resigned
,
Eddard
Stark
put
his
boots
into
his
horse
and
set
off
after
the
king
.
The
north
went
on
forever
.
Tyrion
Lannister
knew
the
maps
as
well
as
anyone
,
but
a
fortnight
on
the
wild
track
that
passed
for
the
kingsroad
up
here
had
brought
home
the
lesson
that
the
map
was
one
thing
and
the
land
quite
another
.
