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"
Quiet
,
woman
,
"
Robert
snapped
.
He
brought
Ned
a
cup
of
wine
.
"
Does
the
leg
still
pain
you
?
"
"
Some
,
"
Ned
said
.
His
head
was
swimming
,
but
it
would
not
do
to
admit
to
weakness
in
front
of
the
queen
.
"
Pycelle
swears
it
will
heal
clean
.
"
Robert
frowned
.
"
I
take
it
you
know
what
Catelyn
has
done
?
"
"
I
do
.
"
Ned
took
a
small
swallow
of
wine
.
"
My
lady
wife
is
blameless
,
Your
Grace
.
All
she
did
she
did
at
my
command
.
"
"
I
am
not
pleased
,
Ned
,
"
Robert
grumbled
.
"
By
what
right
do
you
dare
lay
hands
on
my
blood
?
"
Cersei
demanded
.
"
Who
do
you
think
you
are
?
"
"
The
Hand
of
the
King
,
"
Ned
told
her
with
icy
courtesy
.
"
Charged
by
your
own
lord
husband
to
keep
the
king
's
peace
and
enforce
the
king
's
justice
.
"
"
You
were
the
Hand
,
"
Cersei
began
,
"
but
now
--
"
"
Silence
!
"
the
king
roared
.
"
You
asked
him
a
question
and
he
answered
it
.
"
Cersei
subsided
,
cold
with
anger
,
and
Robert
turned
back
to
Ned
.
"
Keep
the
king
's
peace
,
you
say
.
Is
this
how
you
keep
my
peace
,
Ned
?
Seven
men
are
dead
...
"
