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Renly
Baratheon
laughed
aloud
.
"
If
we
wait
for
my
brother
to
grace
us
with
his
royal
presence
,
it
could
be
a
long
sit
.
"
"
Our
good
King
Robert
has
many
cares
,
"
Varys
said
.
"
He
entrusts
some
small
matters
to
us
,
to
lighten
his
load
.
"
"
What
Lord
Varys
means
is
that
all
this
business
of
coin
and
crops
and
justice
bores
my
royal
brother
to
tears
,
"
Lord
Renly
said
,
"
so
it
falls
to
us
to
govern
the
realm
.
He
does
send
us
a
command
from
time
to
time
.
"
He
drew
a
tightly
rolled
paper
from
his
sleeve
and
laid
it
on
the
table
.
"
This
morning
he
commanded
me
to
ride
ahead
with
all
haste
and
ask
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
to
convene
this
council
at
once
.
He
has
an
urgent
task
for
us
.
"
Littlefinger
smiled
and
handed
the
paper
to
Ned
.
It
bore
the
royal
seal
.
Ned
broke
the
wax
with
his
thumb
and
flattened
the
letter
to
consider
the
king
's
urgent
command
,
reading
the
words
with
mounting
disbelief
.
Was
there
no
end
to
Robert
's
folly
?
And
to
do
this
in
his
name
,
that
was
salt
in
the
wound
.
"
Gods
be
good
,
"
he
swore
.
"
What
Lord
Eddard
means
to
say
,
"
Lord
Renly
announced
,
"
is
that
His
Grace
instructs
us
to
stage
a
great
tournament
in
honor
of
his
appointment
as
the
Hand
of
the
King
.
"
"
How
much
?
"
asked
Littlefinger
,
mildly
.
Ned
read
the
answer
off
the
letter
.
"
Forty
thousand
golden
dragons
to
the
champion
.
Twenty
thousand
to
the
man
who
comes
second
,
another
twenty
to
the
winner
of
the
melee
,
and
ten
thousand
to
the
victor
of
the
archery
competition
.
"
"
Ninety
thousand
gold
pieces
,
"
Littlefinger
sighed
.
"
And
we
must
not
neglect
the
other
costs
.
Robert
will
want
a
prodigious
feast
.
That
means
cooks
,
carpenters
,
serving
girls
,
singers
,
jugglers
,
fools
...
"
"
Fools
we
have
in
plenty
,
"
Lord
Renly
said
.
