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Ned
heard
muttering
from
beneath
the
windows
and
the
far
end
of
the
hall
.
Even
in
the
galley
,
nervous
whispers
were
exchanged
.
High
lords
and
smallfolk
alike
knew
what
it
could
mean
if
Ser
Marq
was
proved
right
.
Ser
Gregor
Clegane
stood
bannerman
to
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
.
He
studied
the
frightened
faces
of
the
villagers
.
Small
wonder
they
had
been
so
fearful
;
they
had
thought
they
were
being
dragged
here
to
name
Lord
Tywin
a
red-handed
butcher
before
a
king
who
was
his
son
by
marriage
.
He
wondered
if
the
knights
had
given
them
a
choice
.
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
rose
ponderously
from
the
council
table
,
his
chain
of
office
clinking
.
"
Ser
Marq
,
with
respect
,
you
can
not
know
that
this
outlaw
was
Ser
Gregor
.
There
are
many
large
men
in
the
realm
.
"
"
As
large
as
the
Mountain
That
Rides
?
"
Ser
Karyl
said
.
"
I
have
never
met
one
.
"
"
Nor
has
any
man
here
,
"
Ser
Raymun
added
hotly
.
"
Even
his
brother
is
a
pup
beside
him
.
My
lords
,
open
your
eyes
.
Do
you
need
to
see
his
seal
on
the
corpses
?
It
was
Gregor
.
"
"
Why
should
Ser
Gregor
turn
brigand
?
"
Pycelle
asked
.
"
By
the
grace
of
his
liege
lord
,
he
holds
a
stout
keep
and
lands
of
his
own
.
The
man
is
an
anointed
knight
.
"
"
A
false
knight
!
"
Ser
Marq
said
.
"
Lord
Tywin
's
mad
dog
.
"
"
My
lord
Hand
,
"
Pycelle
declared
in
a
stiff
voice
,
"
I
urge
you
to
remind
this
good
knight
that
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
is
the
father
of
our
own
gracious
queen
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
I
fear
we
might
have
forgotten
that
if
you
had
not
pointed
it
out
.
"
