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"
The
Lannisters
have
more
than
fifty
men
,
"
Arya
pointed
out
.
"
So
they
do
,
but
every
northerner
is
worth
ten
of
these
southron
swords
,
so
you
can
sleep
easy
.
"
"
What
if
a
wizard
was
sent
to
kill
him
?
"
"
Well
,
as
to
that
,
"
Desmond
replied
,
drawing
his
longsword
,
"
wizards
die
the
same
as
other
men
,
once
you
cut
their
heads
off
.
"
Robert
,
I
beg
of
you
,
"
Ned
pleaded
,
"
hear
what
you
are
saying
.
You
are
talking
of
murdering
a
child
.
"
"
The
whore
is
pregnant
!
"
The
king
's
fist
slammed
down
on
the
council
table
loud
as
a
thunderclap
.
"
I
warned
you
this
would
happen
,
Ned
.
Back
in
the
barrowlands
,
I
warned
you
,
but
you
did
not
care
to
hear
it
.
Well
,
you
'll
hear
it
now
.
I
want
them
dead
,
mother
and
child
both
,
and
that
fool
Viserys
as
well
.
Is
that
plain
enough
for
you
?
I
want
them
dead
.
"
The
other
councillors
were
all
doing
their
best
to
pretend
that
they
were
somewhere
else
.
No
doubt
they
were
wiser
than
he
was
.
Eddard
Stark
had
seldom
felt
quite
so
alone
.
"
You
will
dishonor
yourself
forever
if
you
do
this
.
"
"
Then
let
it
be
on
my
head
,
so
long
as
it
is
done
.
I
am
not
so
blind
that
I
can
not
see
the
shadow
of
the
axe
when
it
is
hanging
over
my
own
neck
.
"
"
There
is
no
axe
,
"
Ned
told
his
king
.
"
Only
the
shadow
of
a
shadow
,
twenty
years
removed
...
if
it
exists
at
all
.
"
"
If
?
"
Varys
asked
softly
,
wringing
powdered
hands
together
.
"
My
lord
,
you
wrong
me
.
Would
I
bring
ties
to
king
and
council
?
"
