![]() ![]() Who truly killed Eddard Stark, do you think? Joffrey, who gave the command? Ser Ilyn Payne, who swung the sword? Or… another?” ![]() Yet that day on the steps of Baelor’s Sept, our godly High Septon and the lawful Queen Regent and your ever-so-knowledgeable servant were as powerless as any cobbler or cooper in the crowd. Some tell us that all power comes from the gods. “Then these other swordsmen have the true power. “Because these child kings and drunken oafs can call other strong men, with other swords.” “Just so… yet if it is the swordsmen who rule us in truth, why do we pretend our kings hold the power? Why should a strong man with a sword ever obey a child king like Joffrey, or a wine-sodden oaf like his father?” “That piece of steel is the power of life and death.” “He has neither crown nor gold nor favor of the gods, only a piece of pointed steel.” “The king, the priest, the rich man-who lives and who dies? Who will the swordsman obey? It’s a riddle without an answer, or rather, too many answers. “It has crossed my mind a time or two,” Tyrion admitted. ![]() Perchance you have considered the riddle I posed you that day in the inn?” “Oh, I think not,” Varys said, swirling the wine in his cup. ![]()
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