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Ned
gave
him
his
answer
.
"
You
will
,
my
lord
.
"
"
Good
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
.
"
I
will
give
Lyanna
your
love
,
Ned
.
Take
care
of
my
children
for
me
.
"
The
words
twisted
in
Ned
's
belly
like
a
knife
.
For
a
moment
he
was
at
a
loss
.
He
could
not
bring
himself
to
lie
.
Then
he
remembered
the
bastards
:
little
Barra
at
her
mother
's
breast
,
Mya
in
the
Vale
,
Gendry
at
his
forge
,
and
all
the
others
.
"
I
shall
...
guard
your
children
as
if
they
were
my
own
,
"
he
said
slowly
.
Robert
nodded
and
closed
his
eyes
.
Ned
watched
his
old
friend
sag
softly
into
the
pillows
as
the
milk
of
the
poppy
washed
the
pain
from
his
face
.
Sleep
took
him
.
Heavy
chains
jangled
softly
as
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
came
up
to
Ned
.
"
I
will
do
all
in
my
power
,
my
lord
,
but
the
wound
has
mortified
.
It
took
them
two
days
to
get
him
back
.
By
the
time
I
saw
him
,
it
was
too
late
.
I
can
lessen
His
Grace
's
suffering
,
but
only
the
gods
can
heal
him
now
.
"
"
How
long
?
"
Ned
asked
.
"
By
rights
,
he
should
be
dead
already
.
I
have
never
seen
a
man
cling
to
life
so
fiercely
.
"
"
My
brother
was
always
strong
,
"
Lord
Renly
said
.
"
Not
wise
,
perhaps
,
but
strong
.
"
In
the
sweltering
heat
of
the
bedchamber
,
his
brow
was
slick
with
sweat
.
He
might
have
been
Robert
's
ghost
as
he
stood
there
,
young
and
dark
and
handsome
.
"
He
slew
the
boar
.
His
entrails
were
sliding
from
his
belly
,
yet
somehow
he
slew
the
boar
.
"
His
voice
was
full
of
wonder
.
"
Robert
was
never
a
man
to
leave
the
battleground
so
long
as
a
foe
remained
standing
,
"
Ned
told
him
.
