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Lord
Renly
Baratheon
was
less
sympathetic
.
"
If
you
can
not
keep
the
king
's
peace
,
Janos
,
perhaps
the
City
Watch
should
be
commanded
by
someone
who
can
.
"
Stout
,
jowly
Janos
Slynt
puffed
himself
up
like
an
angry
frog
,
his
bald
pate
reddening
.
"
Aegon
the
Dragon
himself
could
not
keep
the
peace
,
Lord
Renly
.
I
need
more
men
.
"
"
How
many
?
"
Ned
asked
,
leaning
forward
.
As
ever
,
Robert
had
not
troubled
himself
to
attend
the
council
session
,
so
it
fell
to
his
Hand
to
speak
for
him
.
"
As
many
as
can
be
gotten
,
Lord
Hand
.
"
"
Hire
fifty
new
men
,
"
Ned
told
him
.
"
Lord
Baelish
will
see
that
you
get
the
coin
.
"
"
I
will
?
"
Littlefinger
said
.
"
You
will
.
You
found
forty
thousand
golden
dragons
for
a
champion
's
purse
,
surely
you
can
scrape
together
a
few
coppers
to
keep
the
king
's
peace
.
"
Ned
turned
back
to
Janos
Slynt
.
"
I
will
also
give
you
twenty
good
swords
from
my
own
household
guard
,
to
serve
with
the
Watch
until
the
crowds
have
left
.
"
"
All
thanks
,
Lord
Hand
,
"
Slynt
said
,
bowing
.
"
I
promise
you
,
they
shall
be
put
to
good
use
.
"
When
the
Commander
had
taken
his
leave
,
Eddard
Stark
turned
to
the
rest
of
the
council
.
"
The
sooner
this
folly
is
done
with
,
the
better
I
shall
like
it
.
"
As
if
the
expense
and
trouble
were
not
irksome
enough
,
all
and
sundry
insisted
on
salting
Ned
's
wound
by
calling
it
"
the
Hand
's
tourney
,
"
as
if
he
were
the
cause
of
it
.
And
Robert
honestly
seemed
to
think
he
should
feel
honored
!
