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"
Truly
,
"
Lord
Renly
murmured
.
"
We
brought
the
carcass
back
with
us
,
at
my
brother
's
command
.
"
"
For
the
feast
,
"
Robert
whispered
.
"
Now
leave
us
.
The
lot
of
you
.
I
need
to
speak
with
Ned
.
"
"
Robert
,
my
sweet
lord
...
"
Cersei
began
.
"
I
said
leave
,
"
Robert
insisted
with
a
hint
of
his
old
fierceness
.
"
What
part
of
that
do
n't
you
understand
,
woman
?
"
Cersei
gathered
up
her
skirts
and
her
dignity
and
led
the
way
to
the
door
.
Lord
Renly
and
the
others
followed
.
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
lingered
,
his
hands
shaking
as
he
offered
the
king
a
cup
of
thick
white
liquid
.
"
The
milk
of
the
poppy
,
Your
Grace
,
"
he
said
.
"
Drink
.
For
your
pain
.
"
Robert
knocked
the
cup
away
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
Away
with
you
.
I
'll
sleep
soon
enough
,
old
fool
.
Get
out
.
"
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
gave
Ned
a
stricken
look
as
he
shuffled
from
the
room
.
"
Damn
you
,
Robert
,
"
Ned
said
when
they
were
alone
.
His
leg
was
throbbing
so
badly
he
was
almost
blind
with
pain
.
Or
perhaps
it
was
grief
that
fogged
his
eyes
.
He
lowered
himself
to
the
bed
,
beside
his
friend
.
"
Why
do
you
always
have
to
be
so
headstrong
?
"
"
Ah
,
fuck
you
,
Ned
,
"
the
king
said
hoarsely
.
"
I
killed
the
bastard
,
did
n't
I
?
"
A
lock
of
matted
black
hair
fell
across
his
eyes
as
he
glared
up
at
Ned
.
"
Ought
to
do
the
same
for
you
.
Ca
n't
leave
a
man
to
hunt
in
peace
.
Ser
Robar
found
me
.
Gregor
's
head
.
Ugly
thought
.
Never
told
the
Hound
.
Let
Cersei
surprise
him
.
"
His
laugh
turned
into
a
grunt
as
a
spasm
of
pain
hit
him
.
"
Gods
have
mercy
,
"
he
muttered
,
swallowing
his
agony
.
"
The
girl
.
Daenerys
.
Only
a
child
,
you
were
right
...
that
's
why
,
the
girl
...
the
gods
sent
the
boar
...
sent
to
punish
me
...
"
The
king
coughed
,
bringing
up
blood
.
"
Wrong
,
it
was
wrong
,
I.
.
.
only
a
girl
...
Varys
,
Littlefinger
,
even
my
brother
...
worthless
...
no
one
to
tell
me
no
but
you
,
Ned
...
only
you
...
"
He
lifted
his
hand
,
the
gesture
pained
and
feeble
.
"
Paper
and
ink
.
There
,
on
the
table
.
Write
what
I
tell
you
.
"
