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"
I
am
yours
to
command
,
Your
Grace
.
Always
.
"
They
were
words
he
had
to
say
,
and
so
he
said
them
,
apprehensive
about
what
might
come
next
.
Robert
scarcely
seemed
to
hear
him
.
"
Those
years
we
spent
in
the
Eyrie
...
gods
,
those
were
good
years
.
I
want
you
at
my
side
again
,
Ned
.
I
want
you
down
in
King
's
Landing
,
not
up
here
at
the
end
of
the
world
where
you
are
no
damned
use
to
anybody
.
"
Robert
looked
off
into
the
darkness
,
for
a
moment
as
melancholy
as
a
Stark
.
"
I
swear
to
you
,
sitting
a
throne
is
a
thousand
times
harder
than
winning
one
.
Laws
are
a
tedious
business
and
counting
coppers
is
worse
.
And
the
people
...
there
is
no
end
of
them
.
I
sit
on
that
damnable
iron
chair
and
listen
to
them
complain
until
my
mind
is
numb
and
my
ass
is
raw
.
They
all
want
something
,
money
or
land
or
justice
.
The
lies
they
tell
...
and
my
lords
and
ladies
are
no
better
.
I
am
surrounded
by
flatterers
and
fools
.
It
can
drive
a
man
to
madness
,
Ned
.
Half
of
them
do
n't
dare
tell
me
the
truth
,
and
the
other
half
ca
n't
find
it
.
There
are
nights
I
wish
we
had
lost
at
the
Trident
.
Ah
,
no
,
not
truly
,
but
...
"
I
understand
,
"
Ned
said
softly
.
Robert
looked
at
him
.
"
I
think
you
do
.
If
so
,
you
are
the
only
one
,
my
old
friend
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
Lord
Eddard
Stark
,
I
would
name
you
the
Hand
of
the
King
.
"
Ned
dropped
to
one
knee
.
The
offer
did
not
surprise
him
;
what
other
reason
could
Robert
have
had
for
coming
so
far
?
The
Hand
of
the
King
was
the
second-most
powerful
man
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
He
spoke
with
the
king
's
voice
,
commanded
the
king
's
armies
,
drafted
the
king
's
laws
.
At
times
he
even
sat
upon
the
Iron
Throne
to
dispense
king
's
justice
,
when
the
king
was
absent
,
or
sick
,
or
otherwise
indisposed
.
Robert
was
offering
him
a
responsibility
as
large
as
the
realm
itself
.
It
was
the
last
thing
in
the
world
he
wanted
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
not
worthy
of
the
honor
.
"
Robert
groaned
with
good-humored
impatience
.
"
If
I
wanted
to
honor
you
,
I
'd
let
you
retire
.
I
am
planning
to
make
you
run
the
kingdom
and
fight
the
wars
while
I
eat
and
drink
and
wench
myself
into
an
early
grave
.
"
He
slapped
his
gut
and
grinned
.
"
You
know
the
saying
,
about
the
king
and
his
Hand
?
"
Ned
knew
the
saying
.
"
What
the
king
dreams
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
Hand
builds
.
"
"
I
bedded
a
fishmaid
once
who
told
me
the
lowborn
have
a
choicer
way
to
put
it
.
The
king
eats
,
they
say
,
and
the
Hand
takes
the
shit
.
"
He
threw
back
his
head
and
roared
his
laughter
.
The
echoes
rang
through
the
darkness
,
and
all
around
them
the
dead
of
Winterfell
seemed
to
watch
with
cold
and
disapproving
eyes
.
