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Robert
's
face
was
purple
.
"
Out
,
"
he
croaked
,
choking
on
his
rage
.
"
Out
,
damn
you
,
I
'm
done
with
you
.
What
are
you
waiting
for
?
Go
,
run
back
to
Winterfell
.
And
make
certain
I
never
look
on
your
face
again
,
or
I
swear
,
I
'll
have
your
head
on
a
spike
!
"
Ned
bowed
,
and
turned
on
his
heel
without
another
word
.
He
could
feel
Robert
's
eyes
on
his
back
.
As
he
strode
from
the
council
chambers
,
the
discussion
resumed
with
scarcely
a
pause
.
"
On
Braavos
there
is
a
society
called
the
Faceless
Men
,
"
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
offered
.
"
Do
you
have
any
idea
how
costly
they
are
?
"
Littlefinger
complained
.
"
You
could
hire
an
army
of
common
sellswords
for
half
the
price
,
and
that
's
for
a
merchant
.
I
do
n't
dare
think
what
they
might
ask
for
a
princess
.
"
The
closing
of
the
door
behind
him
silenced
the
voices
.
Ser
Boros
Blount
was
stationed
outside
the
chamber
,
wearing
the
long
white
cloak
and
armor
of
the
Kingsguard
.
He
gave
Ned
a
quick
,
curious
glance
from
the
corner
of
his
eye
,
but
asked
no
questions
.
The
day
felt
heavy
and
oppressive
as
he
crossed
the
bailey
back
to
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
.
He
could
feel
the
threat
of
rain
in
the
air
.
Ned
would
have
welcomed
it
.
It
might
have
made
him
feel
a
trifle
less
unclean
.
When
he
reached
his
solar
,
he
summoned
Vayon
Poole
.
The
steward
came
at
once
.
"
You
sent
for
me
,
my
lord
Hand
?
"
"
Hand
no
longer
,
"
Ned
told
him
.
"
The
king
and
I
have
quarreled
.
We
shall
be
returning
to
Winterfell
.
"
"
I
shall
begin
making
arrangements
at
once
,
my
lord
.
We
will
need
a
fortnight
to
ready
everything
for
the
journey
.
"
"
We
may
not
have
a
fortnight
.
We
may
not
have
a
day
.
The
king
mentioned
something
about
seeing
my
head
on
a
spike
.
"
Ned
frowned
.
He
did
not
truly
believe
the
king
would
harm
him
,
not
Robert
.
He
was
angry
now
,
but
once
Ned
was
safely
out
of
sight
,
his
rage
would
cool
as
it
always
did
.
Always
?
Suddenly
,
uncomfortably
,
he
found
himself
recalling
Rhaegar
Targaryen
.
Fifteen
years
dead
,
yet
Robert
hates
him
as
much
as
ever
.
It
was
a
disturbing
notion
...
and
there
was
the
other
matter
,
the
business
with
Catelyn
and
the
dwarf
that
Yoren
had
warned
him
of
last
night
.
That
would
come
to
light
soon
,
as
sure
as
sunrise
,
and
with
the
king
in
such
a
black
fury
...
Robert
might
not
care
a
fig
for
Tyrion
Lannister
,
but
it
would
touch
on
his
pride
,
and
there
was
no
telling
what
the
queen
might
do
.
