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"
I
did
not
keep
count
.
More
than
one
,
for
a
certainty
.
His
squire
would
fetch
him
a
fresh
skin
whenever
he
required
it
.
"
"
Such
a
dutiful
boy
,
"
said
Varys
,
"
to
make
certain
His
Grace
did
not
lack
for
refreshment
.
"
Ned
had
a
bitter
taste
in
his
mouth
.
He
recalled
the
two
fair-haired
boys
Robert
had
sent
chasing
after
a
breastplate
stretcher
.
The
king
had
told
everyone
the
tale
that
night
at
the
feast
,
laughing
until
he
shook
.
"
Which
squire
?
"
"
The
elder
,
"
said
Ser
Barristan
.
"
Lancel
.
"
"
I
know
the
lad
well
,
"
said
Varys
.
"
A
stalwart
boy
,
Ser
Kevan
Lannister
's
son
,
nephew
to
Lord
Tywin
and
cousin
to
the
queen
.
I
hope
the
dear
sweet
lad
does
not
blame
himself
.
Children
are
so
vulnerable
in
the
innocence
of
their
youth
,
how
well
do
I
remember
.
"
Certainly
Varys
had
once
been
young
.
Ned
doubted
that
he
had
ever
been
innocent
.
"
You
mention
children
.
Robert
had
a
change
of
heart
concerning
Daenerys
Targaryen
.
Whatever
arrangements
you
made
,
I
want
unmade
.
At
once
.
"
"
Alas
,
"
said
Varys
.
"
At
once
may
be
too
late
.
I
fear
those
birds
have
flown
.
But
I
shall
do
what
I
can
,
my
lord
.
With
your
leave
.
"
He
bowed
and
vanished
down
the
steps
,
his
soft-soled
slippers
whispering
against
the
stone
as
he
made
his
descent
.
Cayn
and
Tomard
were
helping
Ned
across
the
bridge
when
Lord
Renly
emerged
from
Maegor
's
Holdfast
.
"
Lord
Eddard
,
"
he
called
after
Ned
,
"
a
moment
,
if
you
would
be
so
kind
.
"
Ned
stopped
.
"
As
you
wish
.
"
