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The
young
lord
with
the
red-gold
hair
bowed
.
"
As
you
command
,
Lord
Eddard
.
"
Ned
raised
his
voice
,
so
it
carried
to
the
far
end
of
the
throne
room
.
"
In
the
name
of
Robert
of
the
House
Baratheon
,
the
First
of
his
Name
,
King
of
the
Andals
and
the
Rhoynar
and
the
First
Men
,
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
and
Protector
of
the
Realm
,
by
the
word
of
Eddard
of
the
House
Stark
,
his
Hand
,
I
charge
you
to
ride
to
the
westlands
with
all
haste
,
to
cross
the
Red
Fork
of
the
Trident
under
the
king
's
flag
,
and
there
bring
the
king
's
justice
to
the
false
knight
Gregor
Clegane
,
and
to
all
those
who
shared
in
his
crimes
.
I
denounce
him
,
and
attaint
him
,
and
strip
him
of
all
rank
and
titles
,
of
all
lands
and
incomes
and
holdings
,
and
do
sentence
him
to
death
.
May
the
gods
take
pity
on
his
soul
.
"
When
the
echo
of
his
words
had
died
away
,
the
Knight
of
Flowers
seemed
perplexed
.
"
Lord
Eddard
,
what
of
me
?
"
Ned
looked
down
on
him
.
From
on
high
,
Loras
Tyrell
seemed
almost
as
young
as
Robb
.
"
No
one
doubts
your
valor
,
Ser
Loras
,
but
we
are
about
justice
here
,
and
what
you
seek
is
vengeance
.
"
He
looked
back
to
Lord
Beric
.
"
Ride
at
first
light
.
These
things
are
best
done
quickly
.
"
He
held
up
a
hand
.
"
The
throne
will
hear
no
more
petitions
today
.
"
Alyn
and
Porther
climbed
the
steep
iron
steps
to
help
him
back
down
As
they
made
their
descent
,
he
could
feel
Loras
Tyrell
's
sullen
stare
,
but
the
boy
had
stalked
away
before
Ned
reached
the
floor
of
the
throne
room
.
At
the
base
of
the
Iron
Throne
,
Varys
was
gathering
papers
from
the
council
table
.
Littlefinger
and
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
had
already
taken
their
leave
.
"
You
are
a
bolder
man
than
I
,
my
lord
,
"
the
eunuch
said
softly
.
"
How
so
,
Lord
Varys
?
"
Ned
asked
brusquely
.
His
leg
was
throbbing
,
and
he
was
in
no
mood
for
word
games
.
"
Had
it
been
me
up
there
,
I
should
have
sent
Ser
Loras
.
He
so
wanted
to
go
...
and
a
man
who
has
the
Lannisters
for
his
enemies
would
do
well
to
make
the
Tyrells
his
friends
.
"
"
Ser
Loras
is
young
,
"
said
Ned
.
"
I
daresay
he
will
outgrow
the
disappointment
.
"
