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Ser
Barristan
had
been
standing
at
the
foot
of
the
Iron
Throne
,
as
still
as
any
statue
,
but
now
he
went
to
one
knee
and
bowed
his
head
.
"
Your
Grace
,
I
am
yours
to
command
.
"
"
Rise
,
Ser
Barristan
,
"
Cersei
Lannister
said
.
"
You
may
remove
your
helm
.
"
"
My
lady
?
"
Standing
,
the
old
knight
took
off
his
high
white
helm
,
though
he
did
not
seem
to
understand
why
.
"
You
have
served
the
realm
long
and
faithfully
,
good
ser
,
and
every
man
and
woman
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
owes
you
thanks
.
Yet
now
I
fear
your
service
is
at
an
end
.
It
is
the
wish
of
king
and
council
that
you
lay
down
your
heavy
burden
.
"
"
My
...
burden
?
I
fear
I.
.
.
I
do
not
...
"
The
new-made
lord
,
Janos
Slynt
,
spoke
up
,
his
voice
heavy
and
blunt
.
"
Her
Grace
is
trying
to
tell
you
that
you
are
relieved
as
Lord
Commander
of
the
Kingsguard
.
"
The
tall
,
white-haired
knight
seemed
to
shrink
as
he
stood
there
,
scarcely
breathing
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
The
Kingsguard
is
a
Sworn
Brotherhood
.
Our
vows
are
taken
for
life
.
Only
death
may
relieve
the
Lord
Commander
of
his
sacred
trust
.
"
"
Whose
death
,
Ser
Barristan
?
"
The
queen
's
voice
was
soft
as
silk
,
but
her
words
carried
the
whole
length
of
the
hall
.
"
Yours
,
or
your
king
's
?
"
"
You
let
my
father
die
,
"
Joffrey
said
accusingly
from
atop
the
Iron
Throne
.
"
You
're
too
old
to
protect
anybody
.
"
Sansa
watched
as
the
knight
peered
up
at
his
new
king
.
She
had
never
seen
him
look
his
years
before
,
yet
now
he
did
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
he
said
.
