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"
I
see
you
have
arrived
safely
,
Lord
Stark
,
"
Renly
said
.
"
And
you
as
well
,
"
Ned
replied
.
"
You
must
forgive
me
,
but
sometimes
you
look
the
very
image
of
your
brother
Robert
.
"
"
A
poor
copy
,
"
Renly
said
with
a
shrug
.
"
Though
much
better
dressed
,
"
Littlefinger
quipped
.
"
Lord
Renly
spends
more
on
clothing
than
half
the
ladies
of
the
court
.
"
It
was
true
enough
.
Lord
Renly
was
in
dark
green
velvet
,
with
a
dozen
golden
stags
embroidered
on
his
doublet
.
A
cloth-of-gold
half
cape
was
draped
casually
across
one
shoulder
,
fastened
with
an
emerald
brooch
.
"
There
are
worse
crimes
,
"
Renly
said
with
a
laugh
.
"
The
way
you
dress
,
for
one
.
"
Littlefinger
ignored
the
jibe
.
He
eyed
Ned
with
a
smile
on
his
lips
that
bordered
on
insolence
.
"
I
have
hoped
to
meet
you
for
some
years
,
Lord
Stark
.
No
doubt
Lady
Catelyn
has
mentioned
me
to
you
.
"
"
She
has
,
"
Ned
replied
with
a
chill
in
his
voice
.
The
sly
arrogance
of
the
comment
rankled
him
.
"
I
understand
you
knew
my
brother
Brandon
as
well
.
"
Renly
Baratheon
laughed
.
Varys
shuffled
over
to
listen
.
"
Rather
too
well
,
"
Littlefinger
said
.
"
I
still
carry
a
token
of
his
esteem
.
Did
Brandon
speak
of
me
too
?
"
