He bid his brother Renly and Grand Maester Pycelle to stand in witness as he pressed his seal into the hot yellow wax that Ned had dripped upon his letter. The Others take his eyes, he swore. When I was a boy, it was said that a long summer always meant a long winter to come. By the time Jon left the armory, it was almost midday.
No one paid Ned the least bit of attention. He took a step forward, his hands coiling into fists, close to tears. Have you? Enough! the king bellowed. The stallion was screaming and pawing the ground, shaking his head.
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