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"
Desperately
,
"
Varys
said
,
"
yet
he
craves
life
even
more
.
By
now
,
the
princess
nears
Vaes
Dothrak
,
where
it
is
death
to
draw
a
blade
.
If
I
told
you
what
the
Dothraki
would
do
to
the
poor
man
who
used
one
on
a
khaleesi
,
none
of
you
would
sleep
tonight
.
"
He
stroked
a
powdered
cheek
.
"
Now
,
poison
...
the
tears
of
Lys
,
let
us
say
.
Khal
Drogo
need
never
know
it
was
not
a
natural
death
.
"
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
's
sleepy
eyes
flicked
open
.
He
squinted
suspiciously
at
the
eunuch
.
"
Poison
is
a
coward
's
weapon
,
"
the
king
complained
.
Ned
had
heard
enough
.
"
You
send
hired
knives
to
kill
a
fourteen-year-old
girl
and
still
quibble
about
honor
?
"
He
pushed
back
his
chair
and
stood
.
"
Do
it
yourself
,
Robert
.
The
man
who
passes
the
sentence
should
swing
the
sword
.
Look
her
in
the
eyes
before
you
kill
her
.
See
her
tears
,
hear
her
last
words
.
You
owe
her
that
much
at
least
.
"
"
Gods
,
"
the
king
swore
,
the
word
exploding
out
of
him
as
if
he
could
barely
contain
his
fury
.
"
You
mean
it
,
damn
you
.
"
He
reached
for
the
flagon
of
wine
at
his
elbow
,
found
it
empty
,
and
flung
it
away
to
shatter
against
the
wall
.
"
I
am
out
of
wine
and
out
of
patience
.
Enough
of
this
.
Just
have
it
done
.
"
"
I
will
not
be
part
of
murder
,
Robert
.
Do
as
you
will
,
but
do
not
ask
me
to
fix
my
seal
to
it
.
"
For
a
moment
Robert
did
not
seem
to
understand
what
Ned
was
saying
.
Defiance
was
not
a
dish
he
tasted
often
.
Slowly
his
face
changed
as
comprehension
came
.
His
eyes
narrowed
and
a
flush
crept
up
his
neck
past
the
velvet
collar
.
He
pointed
an
angry
finger
at
Ned
.
"
You
are
the
King
's
Hand
,
Lord
Stark
.
You
will
do
as
I
command
you
,
or
I
'll
find
me
a
Hand
who
will
.
"
"
I
wish
him
every
success
.
"
Ned
unfastened
the
heavy
clasp
that
clutched
at
the
folds
of
his
cloak
,
the
ornate
silver
hand
that
was
his
badge
of
office
.
He
laid
it
on
the
table
in
front
of
the
king
,
saddened
by
the
memory
of
the
man
who
had
pinned
it
on
him
,
the
friend
he
had
loved
.
"
I
thought
you
a
better
man
than
this
,
Robert
.
I
thought
we
had
made
a
nobler
king
.
"
