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"
I
promise
.
"
Promise
me
,
Ned
,
Lyanna
's
voice
echoed
.
"
The
girl
,
"
the
king
said
.
"
Daenerys
.
Let
her
live
.
If
you
can
,
if
it
...
not
too
late
...
talk
to
them
...
Varys
,
Littlefinger
...
do
n't
let
them
kill
her
.
And
help
my
son
,
Ned
.
Make
him
be
...
better
than
me
.
"
He
winced
.
"
Gods
have
mercy
.
"
"
They
will
,
my
friend
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
They
will
.
"
The
king
closed
his
eyes
and
seemed
to
relax
.
"
Killed
by
a
pig
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Ought
to
laugh
,
but
it
hurts
too
much
.
"
Ned
was
not
laughing
.
"
Shall
I
call
them
back
?
"
Robert
gave
a
weak
nod
.
"
As
you
will
.
Gods
,
why
is
it
so
cold
in
here
?
"
The
servants
rushed
back
in
and
hurried
to
feed
the
fires
.
The
queen
had
gone
;
that
was
some
small
relief
,
at
least
.
If
she
had
any
sense
,
Cersei
would
take
her
children
and
fly
before
the
break
of
day
,
Ned
thought
.
She
had
lingered
too
long
already
.
King
Robert
did
not
seem
to
miss
her
.
He
bid
his
brother
Renly
and
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
to
stand
in
witness
as
he
pressed
his
seal
into
the
hot
yellow
wax
that
Ned
had
dripped
upon
his
letter
.
"
Now
give
me
something
for
the
pain
and
let
me
die
.
"
Hurriedly
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
mixed
him
another
draught
of
the
milk
of
the
poppy
.
This
time
the
king
drank
deeply
.
His
black
beard
was
beaded
with
thick
white
droplets
when
he
threw
the
empty
cup
aside
.
"
Will
I
dream
?
"
