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Ned
looked
at
the
eunuch
coldly
.
"
You
would
bring
us
the
whisperings
of
a
traitor
half
a
world
away
,
my
lord
.
Perhaps
Mormont
is
wrong
.
Perhaps
he
is
lying
.
"
"
Ser
Jorah
would
not
dare
deceive
me
,
"
Varys
said
with
a
sly
smile
.
"
Rely
on
it
,
my
lord
.
The
princess
is
with
child
.
"
"
So
you
say
.
If
you
are
wrong
,
we
need
not
fear
.
If
the
girl
miscarries
,
we
need
not
fear
.
If
she
births
a
daughter
in
place
of
a
son
,
we
need
not
fear
.
If
the
babe
dies
in
infancy
,
we
need
not
fear
.
"
"
But
if
it
is
a
boy
?
"
Robert
insisted
.
"
If
he
lives
?
"
"
The
narrow
sea
would
still
lie
between
us
.
I
shall
fear
the
Dothraki
the
day
they
teach
their
horses
to
run
on
water
.
"
The
king
took
a
swallow
of
wine
and
glowered
at
Ned
across
the
council
table
.
"
So
you
would
counsel
me
to
do
nothing
until
the
dragonspawn
has
landed
his
army
on
my
shores
,
is
that
it
?
"
"
This
'
dragonspawn
'
is
in
his
mother
's
belly
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
Even
Aegon
did
no
conquering
until
after
he
was
weaned
.
"
"
Gods
!
You
are
stubborn
as
an
aurochs
,
Stark
.
"
The
king
looked
around
the
council
table
.
"
Have
the
rest
of
you
mislaid
your
tongues
?
Will
no
one
talk
sense
to
this
frozen-faced
fool
?
"
Varys
gave
the
king
an
unctuous
smile
and
laid
a
soft
hand
on
Ned
's
sleeve
.
"
I
understand
your
qualms
,
Lord
Eddard
,
truly
I
do
.
It
gave
me
no
joy
to
bring
this
grievous
news
to
council
.
It
is
a
terrible
thing
we
contemplate
,
a
vile
thing
.
Yet
we
who
presume
to
rule
must
do
vile
things
for
the
good
of
the
realm
,
howevermuch
it
pains
us
.
"
