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"
Barra
,
"
he
grumbled
.
"
Is
that
supposed
to
please
me
?
Damn
the
girl
.
I
thought
she
had
more
sense
.
"
"
She
can
not
be
more
than
fifteen
,
and
a
whore
,
and
you
thought
she
had
sense
?
"
Ned
said
,
incredulous
.
His
leg
was
beginning
to
pain
him
sorely
.
It
was
hard
to
keep
his
temper
.
"
The
fool
child
is
in
love
with
you
,
Robert
.
"
The
king
glanced
at
Cersei
.
"
This
is
no
fit
subject
for
the
queen
's
ears
.
"
"
Her
Grace
will
have
no
liking
for
anything
I
have
to
say
,
"
Ned
replied
.
"
I
am
told
the
Kingslayer
has
fled
the
city
.
Give
me
leave
to
bring
him
back
to
justice
.
"
The
king
swirled
the
wine
in
his
cup
,
brooding
.
He
took
a
swallow
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
want
no
more
of
this
.
Jaime
slew
three
of
your
men
,
and
you
five
of
his
.
Now
it
ends
.
"
"
Is
that
your
notion
of
justice
?
"
Ned
flared
.
"
If
so
,
I
am
pleased
that
I
am
no
longer
your
Hand
.
"
The
queen
looked
to
her
husband
.
"
If
any
man
had
dared
speak
to
a
Targaryen
as
he
has
spoken
to
you
--
"
"
Do
you
take
me
for
Aerys
?
"
Robert
interrupted
.
"
I
took
you
for
a
king
.
Jaime
and
Tyrion
are
your
own
brothers
,
by
all
the
laws
of
marriage
and
the
bonds
we
share
.
The
Starks
have
driven
off
the
one
and
seized
the
other
.
This
man
dishonors
you
with
every
breath
he
takes
,
and
yet
you
stand
there
meekly
,
asking
if
his
leg
pains
him
and
would
he
like
some
wine
.
"
Robert
's
face
was
dark
with
anger
.
"
How
many
times
must
I
tell
you
to
hold
your
tongue
,
woman
?
"
