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"
I
was
chosen
for
the
White
Swords
in
my
twenty-third
year
.
It
was
all
I
had
ever
dreamed
,
from
the
moment
I
first
took
sword
in
hand
.
I
gave
up
all
claim
to
my
ancestral
keep
.
The
girl
I
was
to
wed
married
my
cousin
in
my
place
,
I
had
no
need
of
land
or
sons
,
my
life
would
be
lived
for
the
realm
.
Ser
Gerold
Hightower
himself
heard
my
vows
...
to
ward
the
king
with
all
my
strength
...
to
give
my
blood
for
his
...
I
fought
beside
the
White
Bull
and
Prince
Lewyn
of
Dorne
...
beside
Ser
Arthur
Dayne
,
the
Sword
of
the
Morning
.
Before
I
served
your
father
,
I
helped
shield
King
Aerys
,
and
his
father
Jaehaerys
before
him
...
three
kings
...
"
"
And
all
of
them
dead
,
"
Littlefinger
pointed
out
.
"
Your
time
is
done
,
"
Cersei
Lannister
announced
.
"
Joffrey
requires
men
around
him
who
are
young
and
strong
.
The
council
has
determined
that
Ser
Jaime
Lannister
will
take
your
place
as
the
Lord
Commander
of
Sworn
Brothers
of
the
White
Swords
.
"
"
The
Kingslayer
,
"
Ser
Barristan
said
,
his
voice
hard
with
contempt
.
"
The
false
knight
who
profaned
his
blade
with
the
blood
of
the
king
he
had
sworn
to
defend
.
"
"
Have
a
care
for
your
words
,
ser
,
"
the
queen
warned
.
"
You
are
speaking
of
our
beloved
brother
,
your
king
's
own
blood
.
"
Lord
Varys
spoke
,
gentler
than
the
others
.
"
We
are
not
unmindful
of
your
service
,
good
ser
.
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
has
generously
agreed
to
grant
you
a
handsome
tract
of
land
north
of
Lannisport
,
beside
the
sea
,
with
gold
and
men
sufficient
to
build
you
a
stout
keep
,
and
servants
to
see
to
your
every
need
.
"
Ser
Barristan
looked
up
sharply
.
"
A
hall
to
die
in
,
and
men
to
bury
me
.
I
thank
you
,
my
lords
...
but
I
spit
upon
your
pity
.
"
He
reached
up
and
undid
the
clasps
that
held
his
cloak
in
place
,
and
the
heavy
white
garment
slithered
from
his
shoulders
to
fall
in
a
heap
on
the
floor
.
His
helmet
dropped
with
a
clang
.
"
I
am
a
knight
,
"
he
told
them
.
He
opened
the
silver
fastenings
of
his
breastplate
and
let
that
fall
as
well
.
"
I
shall
die
a
knight
.
"
"
A
naked
knight
,
it
would
seem
,
"
quipped
Littlefinger
.
They
all
laughed
then
,
Joffrey
on
his
throne
,
and
the
lords
standing
attendance
,
Janos
Slynt
and
Queen
Cersei
and
Sandor
Clegane
and
even
the
other
men
of
the
Kingsguard
,
the
five
who
had
been
his
brothers
until
a
moment
ago
.
Surely
that
must
have
hurt
the
most
,
Sansa
thought
.
Her
heart
went
out
to
the
gallant
old
man
as
he
stood
shamed
and
red-faced
,
too
angry
to
speak
.
Finally
he
drew
his
sword
.
