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"
It
would
not
trouble
me
if
the
boy
was
wild
,
Ned
.
You
do
n't
know
him
as
I
do
.
"
He
sighed
and
shook
his
head
.
"
Ah
,
perhaps
you
are
right
.
Jon
despaired
of
me
often
enough
,
yet
I
grew
into
a
good
king
.
"
Robert
looked
at
Ned
and
scowled
at
his
silence
.
"
You
might
speak
up
and
agree
now
,
you
know
.
"
"
Your
Grace
...
"
Ned
began
,
carefully
.
Robert
slapped
Ned
on
the
back
.
"
Ah
,
say
that
I
'm
a
better
king
than
Aerys
and
be
done
with
it
.
You
never
could
lie
for
love
nor
honor
,
Ned
Stark
.
I
'm
still
young
,
and
now
that
you
're
here
with
me
,
things
will
be
different
.
We
'll
make
this
a
reign
to
sing
of
,
and
damn
the
Lannisters
to
seven
hells
.
I
smell
bacon
.
Who
do
you
think
our
champion
will
be
today
?
Have
you
seen
Mace
Tyrell
's
boy
?
The
Knight
of
Flowers
,
they
call
him
.
Now
there
's
a
son
any
man
would
be
proud
to
own
to
.
Last
tourney
,
he
dumped
the
Kingslayer
on
his
golden
rump
,
you
ought
to
have
seen
the
look
on
Cersei
's
face
.
I
laughed
till
my
sides
hurt
.
Renly
says
he
has
this
sister
,
a
maid
of
fourteen
,
lovely
as
a
dawn
...
"
They
broke
their
fast
on
black
bread
and
boiled
goose
eggs
and
fish
fried
up
with
onions
and
bacon
,
at
a
trestle
table
by
the
river
's
edge
.
The
king
's
melancholy
melted
away
with
the
morning
mist
,
and
before
long
Robert
was
eating
an
orange
and
waxing
fond
about
a
morning
at
the
Eyrie
when
they
had
been
boys
.
"
...
had
given
Jon
a
barrel
of
oranges
,
remember
?
Only
the
things
had
gone
rotten
,
so
I
flung
mine
across
the
table
and
hit
Dacks
right
in
the
nose
.
You
remember
,
Redfort
's
pock-faced
squire
?
He
tossed
one
back
at
me
,
and
before
Jon
could
so
much
as
fart
,
there
were
oranges
flying
across
the
High
Hall
in
every
direction
.
"
He
laughed
uproariously
,
and
even
Ned
smiled
,
remembering
.
This
was
the
boy
he
had
grown
up
with
,
he
thought
;
this
was
the
Robert
Baratheon
he
'd
known
and
loved
.
If
he
could
prove
that
the
Lannisters
were
behind
the
attack
on
Bran
,
prove
that
they
had
murdered
Jon
Arryn
,
this
man
would
listen
.
Then
Cersei
would
fall
,
and
the
Kingslayer
with
her
,
and
if
Lord
Tywin
dared
to
rouse
the
west
,
Robert
would
smash
him
as
he
had
smashed
Rhaegar
Targaryen
on
the
Trident
.
He
could
see
it
all
so
clearly
.
That
breakfast
tasted
better
than
anything
Eddard
Stark
had
eaten
in
a
long
time
,
and
afterward
his
smiles
came
easier
and
more
often
,
until
it
was
time
for
the
tournament
to
resume
.
Ned
walked
with
the
king
to
the
jousting
field
.
He
had
promised
to
watch
the
final
tilts
with
Sansa
;
Septa
Mordane
was
ill
today
,
and
his
daughter
was
determined
not
to
miss
the
end
of
the
jousting
.
As
he
saw
Robert
to
his
place
,
he
noted
that
Cersei
Lannister
had
chosen
not
to
appear
;
the
place
beside
the
king
was
empty
.
That
too
gave
Ned
cause
to
hope
.
He
shouldered
his
way
to
where
his
daughter
was
seated
and
found
her
as
the
horns
blew
for
the
day
's
first
joust
.
Sansa
was
so
engrossed
she
scarcely
seemed
to
notice
his
arrival
.
