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〃Robert 。 。 。〃
〃Drink and stay quiet； the king is talking。 I swear to you； I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne； or so dead as now that I've won it。 And Cersei 。 。 。 I have Jon Arryn to thank for her。 I had no wish to marry after Lyanna was taken from me； but Jon said the realm needed an heir。 Cersei Lannister would be a good match； he told me； she would bind Lord Tywin to me should Viserys Targaryen ever try to win back his father's throne。〃 The king shook his head。 〃I loved that old man； I swear it； but now I think he was a bigger fool than Moon Boy。 Oh； Cersei is lovely to look at； truly； but cold 。 。 。 the way she guards her cunt； you'd think she had all the gold of Casterly Rock between her legs。 Here； give me that beer if you won't drink it。〃 He took the horn； upended it； belched； wiped his mouth。 〃I am sorry for your girl； Ned。 Truly。 About the wolf； I mean。 My son was lying； I'd stake my soul on it。 My son 。 。 。 you love your children； don't you？〃
〃With all my heart；〃 Ned said。
〃Let me tell you a secret； Ned。 More than once； I have dreamed of giving up the crown。 Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer； spend my time warring and whoring； that's what I was made for。 The sellsword king； how the singers would love me。 You know what stops me？ The thought of Joffrey on the throne； with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear。 My son。 How could I have made a son like that； Ned？〃
〃He's only a boy；〃 Ned said awkwardly。 He had small liking for Prince Joffrey； but he could hear the pain in Robert's voice。 〃Have you forgotten how wild you were at his age？〃
〃It would not trouble me if the boy was wild； Ned。 You don't know him as I do。〃 He sighed and shook his head。 〃Ah； perhaps you are right。 Jon despaired of me often enough； yet I grew into a good king。〃 Robert looked at Ned and scowled at his silence。 〃You might speak up and agree now； you know。〃
〃Your Grace 。 。 。〃 Ned began； carefully。 Robert slapped Ned on the back。 〃Ah； say that I'm a better king than Aerys and be done with it。 You never could lie for love nor honor； Ned Stark。 I'm still young； and now that you're here with me； things will be different。 We'll make this a reign to sing of； and damn the Lannisters to seven hells。 I smell bacon。 Who do you think our champion will be today？ Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy？ The Knight of Flowers； they call him。 Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to。 Last tourney； he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump； you ought to have seen the look on Cersei's face。 I laughed till my sides hurt。 Renly says he has this sister； a maid of fourteen； lovely as a dawn 。 。 。〃
They broke their fast on black bread and boiled goose eggs and fish fried up with onions and bacon； at a trestle table by the river's edge。 The king's melancholy melted away with the morning mist； and before long Robert was eating an orange and waxing fond about a morning at the Eyrie when they had been boys。 〃。 。 。 had given Jon a barrel of oranges； remember？ Only the things had gone rotten； so I flung mine across the table and hit Dacks right in the nose。 You remember； Redfort's pock…faced squire？ He tossed one back at me； and before Jon could so much as fart； there were oranges flying across the High Hall in every direction。〃 He laughed uproariously； and even Ned smiled； remembering。
This was the boy he had grown up with； he thought； this was the Robert Baratheon he'd known and loved。 If he could prove that the Lannisters were behind the attack on Bran； prove that they had murdered Jon Arryn； this man would listen。 Then Cersei would fall； and the Kingslayer with her； and if Lord Tywin dared to rouse the west； Robert would smash him as he had smashed Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident。 He could see it all so clearly。
That breakfast tasted better than anything Eddard Stark had eaten in a long time； and afterward his smiles came easier and more often； until it was time for the tournament to resume。
Ned walked with the king to the jousting field。 He had promised to watch the final tilts with Sansa； Septa Mordane was ill today； and his daughter was determined not to miss the end of the jousting。 As he saw Robert to his place； he noted that Cersei Lannister had chosen not to appear； the place beside the king was empty。 That too gave Ned cause to hope。
He shouldered his way to where his daughter was seated and found her as the horns blew for the day's first joust。 Sansa was so engrossed she scarcely seemed to notice his arrival。
Sandor Clegane was the first rider to appear。 He wore an olive…green cloak over his soot…grey armor。 That； and his hound's…head helm； were his only concession to ornament。
〃A hundred golden dragons on the Kingslayer；〃 Littlefinger announced loudly as Jaime Lannister entered the lists； riding an elegant blood bay destrier。 The horse wore a blanket of gilded ringmail； and Jaime glittered from head to heel。 Even his lance was fashioned from the golden wood of the Summer Isles。
〃Done；〃 Lord Renly shouted back。 〃The Hound has a hungry look about him this morning。〃
〃Even hungry dogs know better than to bite the hand that feeds them；〃 Littlefinger called dryly。
Sandor Clegane dropped his visor with an audible clang and took up his position。 Ser Jaime tossed a kiss to some woman in the mons； gently lowered his visor； and rode to the end of the lists。 Both men couched their lances。
Ned Stark would have loved nothing so well as to see them both lose； but Sansa was watching it all moist…eyed and eager。 The hastily erected gallery trembled as the horses broke into a gallop。 The Hound leaned forward as he rode； his lance rock steady； but Jaime shifted his seat deftly in the instant before impact。 Clegane's point was turned harmlessly against the golden shield with the lion blazon； while his own hit square。 Wood shattered； and the Hound reeled； fighting to keep his seat。 Sansa gasped。 A ragged cheer went up from the mons。
〃I wonder how I ought spend your money；〃 Littlefinger called down to Lord Renly。
The Hound just managed to stay in his saddle。 He jerked his mount around hard and rode back to the lists for the second pass。 Jaime Lannister tossed down his broken lance and snatched up a fresh one； jesting with his squire。 The Hound spurred forward at a hard gallop。 Lannister rode to meet him。 This time； when Jaime shifted his seat； Sandor Clegane shifted with him。 Both lances exploded； and by the time the splinters had settled； a riderless blood bay was trotting off in search of grass while Ser Jaime Lannister rolled in the dirt； golden and dented。
Sansa said； 〃I knew the Hound would win。〃
Littlefinger overheard。 〃If you know who's going to win the second match； speak up now before Lord Renly plucks me clean；〃 he called to her。 Ned smiled。
〃A pity the Imp is not here with us；〃 Lord Renly said。 〃I should have won twice as much。〃
Jaime Lannister was back on his feet； but his ornate lion helmet had been twisted around and dented in his fall； and now he could not get it off。 The mons were hooting and pointing； the lords and ladies were trying to stifle their chuckles； and failing； and over it all Ned could hear King Robert laughing； louder than anyone。