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"
Still
...
we
would
n't
want
him
to
leave
here
entirely
unchastened
,
so
"
--
through
the
night
and
the
rain
,
he
glimpsed
the
white
of
Jaime
's
smile
--
"
kill
his
men
.
"
"
No
!
"
Ned
Stark
screamed
,
clawing
for
his
sword
.
Jaime
was
already
cantering
off
down
the
street
as
he
heard
Wyl
shout
.
Men
closed
from
both
sides
.
Ned
rode
one
down
,
cutting
at
phantoms
in
red
cloaks
who
gave
way
before
him
.
Jory
Cassel
put
his
heels
into
his
mount
and
charged
.
A
steel-shod
hoof
caught
a
Lannister
guardsman
in
the
face
with
a
sickening
crunch
.
A
second
man
reeled
away
and
for
an
instant
Jory
was
free
.
Wyl
cursed
as
they
pulled
him
off
his
dying
horse
,
swords
slashing
in
the
rain
.
Ned
galloped
to
him
,
bringing
his
longsword
down
on
Tregar
's
helm
.
The
jolt
of
impact
made
him
grit
his
teeth
.
Tregar
stumbled
to
his
knees
,
his
lion
crest
sheared
in
half
,
blood
running
down
his
face
.
Heward
was
hacking
at
the
hands
that
had
seized
his
bridle
when
a
spear
caught
him
in
the
belly
.
Suddenly
Jory
was
back
among
them
,
a
red
rain
flying
from
his
sword
.
"
No
!
"
Ned
shouted
.
"
Jory
,
away
!
"
Ned
's
horse
slipped
under
him
and
came
crashing
down
in
the
mud
.
There
was
a
moment
of
blinding
pain
and
the
taste
of
blood
in
his
mouth
He
saw
them
cut
the
legs
from
Jory
's
mount
and
drag
him
to
the
earth
,
swords
rising
and
failing
as
they
closed
in
around
him
.
When
Ned
's
horse
lurched
back
to
its
feet
,
he
tried
to
rise
,
only
to
fall
again
,
choking
on
his
scream
.
He
could
see
the
splintered
bone
poking
through
his
calf
.
It
was
the
last
thing
he
saw
for
a
time
.
The
rain
came
down
and
down
and
down
.
When
he
opened
his
eyes
again
,
Lord
Eddard
Stark
was
alone
with
his
dead
.
His
horse
moved
closer
,
caught
the
rank
scent
of
blood
,
and
galloped
away
.
Ned
began
to
drag
himself
through
the
mud
,
gritting
his
teeth
at
the
agony
in
his
leg
.
It
seemed
to
take
years
.
Faces
watched
from
candlelit
windows
,
and
people
began
to
emerge
from
alleys
and
doors
,
but
no
one
moved
to
help
.
Littlefinger
and
the
City
Watch
found
him
there
in
the
street
,
cradling
Jory
Cassel
's
body
in
his
arms
.
Somewhere
the
gold
cloaks
found
a
litter
,
but
the
trip
back
to
the
castle
was
a
blur
of
agony
,
and
Ned
lost
consciousness
more
than
once
.
He
remembered
seeing
the
Red
Keep
looming
ahead
of
him
in
the
first
grey
light
of
dawn
.
The
rain
had
darkened
the
pale
pink
stone
of
the
massive
walls
to
the
color
of
blood
.
Then
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
was
looming
over
him
,
holding
a
cup
,
whispering
,
"
Drink
,
my
lord
.
Here
.
The
milk
of
the
poppy
,
for
your
pain
.
"
He
remembered
swallowing
,
and
Pycelle
was
telling
someone
to
heat
the
wine
to
boiling
and
fetch
him
clean
silk
,
and
that
was
the
last
he
knew
.
The
Horse
Gate
of
Vaes
Dothrak
was
made
of
two
gigantic
bronze
stallions
,
rearing
,
their
hooves
meeting
a
hundred
feet
above
the
roadway
to
form
a
pointed
arch
.
Dany
could
not
have
said
why
the
city
needed
a
gate
when
it
had
no
walls
...
and
no
buildings
that
she
could
see
.
Yet
there
it
stood
,
immense
and
beautiful
,
the
great
horses
framing
the
distant
purple
mountain
beyond
.
The
bronze
stallions
threw
long
shadows
across
the
waving
grasses
as
Khal
Drogo
led
the
khalasar
under
their
hooves
and
down
the
godsway
,
his
bloodriders
beside
him
.
Dany
followed
on
her
silver
,
escorted
by
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
and
her
brother
Viserys
,
mounted
once
more
.
After
the
day
in
the
grass
when
she
had
left
him
to
walk
back
to
the
khalasar
,
the
Dothraki
had
laughingly
called
him
Khal
Rhae
Mhar
,
the
Sorefoot
King
.
Khal
Drogo
had
offered
him
a
place
in
a
cart
the
next
day
,
and
Viserys
had
accepted
.
In
his
stubborn
ignorance
,
he
had
not
even
known
he
was
being
mocked
;
the
carts
were
for
eunuchs
,
cripples
,
women
giving
birth
,
the
very
young
and
the
very
old
.
That
won
him
yet
another
name
:
Khal
Rhaggat
,
the
Cart
King
.
Her
brother
had
thought
it
was
the
khal
's
way
of
apologizing
for
the
wrong
Dany
had
done
him
.
She
had
begged
Ser
Jorah
not
to
tell
him
the
truth
,
lest
he
be
shamed
.
The
knight
had
replied
that
the
king
could
well
do
with
a
bit
of
shame
...
yet
he
had
done
as
she
bid
.
It
had
taken
much
pleading
,
and
all
the
pillow
tricks
Doreah
had
taught
her
,
before
Dany
had
been
able
to
make
Drogo
relent
and
allow
Viserys
to
rejoin
them
at
the
head
of
the
column
.
