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"
Would
you
at
least
consent
to
carry
a
message
out
for
me
?
"
"
That
would
depend
on
the
message
.
I
will
gladly
provide
you
with
paper
and
ink
,
if
you
like
.
And
when
you
have
written
what
you
will
,
I
will
take
the
letter
and
read
it
,
and
deliver
it
or
not
,
as
best
serves
my
own
ends
.
"
"
Your
own
ends
.
What
ends
are
those
,
Lord
Varys
?
"
"
Peace
,
"
Varys
replied
without
hesitation
.
"
If
there
was
one
soul
in
King
's
Landing
who
was
truly
desperate
to
keep
Robert
Baratheon
alive
,
it
was
me
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
For
fifteen
years
I
protected
him
from
his
enemies
,
but
I
could
not
protect
him
from
his
friends
.
What
strange
fit
of
madness
led
you
to
tell
the
queen
that
you
had
learned
the
truth
of
Joffrey
's
birth
?
"
"
The
madness
of
mercy
,
"
Ned
admitted
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
Varys
.
"
To
be
sure
.
You
are
an
honest
and
honorable
man
,
Lord
Eddard
.
Ofttimes
I
forget
that
.
I
have
met
so
few
of
them
in
my
life
.
"
He
glanced
around
the
cell
.
"
When
I
see
what
honesty
and
honor
have
won
you
,
I
understand
why
.
"
Ned
Stark
laid
his
head
back
against
the
damp
stone
wall
and
closed
his
eyes
.
His
leg
was
throbbing
.
"
The
king
's
wine
...
did
you
question
Lancel
?
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
.
Cersei
gave
him
the
wineskins
,
and
told
him
it
was
Robert
's
favorite
vintage
.
"
The
eunuch
shrugged
.
"
A
hunter
lives
a
perilous
life
.
If
the
boar
had
not
done
for
Robert
,
it
would
have
been
a
fall
from
a
horse
,
the
bite
of
a
wood
adder
,
an
arrow
gone
astray
...
the
forest
is
the
abbatoir
of
the
gods
.
It
was
not
wine
that
killed
the
king
.
It
was
your
mercy
.
"
Ned
had
feared
as
much
.
"
Gods
forgive
me
.
"
