year to think of, and next. A six-year-old boy is no war leader, Ned.â
âIn peace, the title is only an honor. Let the boy keep it. For his fatherâs sake if not his own. Surely you owe Jon that much for his service.â
The king was not pleased. He took his arm from around Nedâs shoulders. âJonâs service was the duty he owed his liege lord. I am not ungrateful, Ned. You of all men ought to know that. But the son is not the father. A mere boy cannot hold the east.â Then his tone softened. âEnough of this. There is a more important office to discuss, and I would not argue with you.â Robert grasped Ned by the elbow. âI have need of you, Ned.â
âI am yours to command, Your Grace. Always.â They were words he had to say, and so he said them, apprehensive about what might come next.
Robert scarcely seemed to hear him. âThose years we spent in the Eyrie â¦Â
gods
, those were good years. Iwant you at my side again, Ned. I want you down in Kingâs Landing, not up here at the end of the world where you are no damned use to anybody.â Robert looked off into the darkness, for a moment as melancholy as a Stark. âI swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. Laws are a tedious business and counting coppers is worse. And the people â¦Â there is no end of them. I sit on that damnable iron chair and listen to them complain until my mind is numb and my ass is raw. They all want something, money or land or justice. The lies they tell â¦Â and my lords and ladies are no better. I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness, Ned. Half of them donât dare tell me the truth, and the other half canât find it. There are nights I wish we had lost at the Trident. Ah, no, not truly, but â¦â
âI understand,â Ned said softly.
Robert looked at him. âI think you do. If so, you are the only one, my old friend.â He smiled. âLord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the King.â
Ned dropped to one knee. The offer did not surprise him; what other reason could Robert have had for coming so far? The Hand of the King was the second-most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms. He spoke with the kingâs voice, commanded the kingâs armies, drafted the kingâs laws. At times he even sat upon the Iron Throne to dispense kingâs justice, when the king was absent, or sick, or otherwise indisposed. Robert was offering him a responsibility as large as the realm itself.
It was the last thing in the world he wanted.
âYour Grace,â he said. âI am not worthy of the honor.â
Robert groaned with good-humored impatience. âIf I wanted to honor you, Iâd let you retire. I am planning to make you run the kingdom and fight the wars while I eat and drink and wench myself into an early grave.â He slapped his gut and grinned. âYou know the saying, about the king and his Hand?â
Ned knew the saying. âWhat the king dreams,â he said, âthe Hand builds.â
âI bedded a fishmaid once who told me the lowborn have a choicer way to put it. The king eats, they say, and the Hand takes the shit.â He threw back his head and roared his laughter. The echoes rang through the darkness,and all around them the dead of Winterfell seemed to watch with cold and disapproving eyes.
Finally the laughter dwindled and stopped. Ned was still on one knee, his eyes upraised. âDamn it, Ned,â the king complained. âYou might at least humor me with a smile.â
âThey say it grows so cold up here in winter that a manâs laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,â Ned said evenly. âPerhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.â
âCome south with me, and Iâll teach you how to laugh again,â the king promised. âYou helped me win this
Brad Strickland
Edward S. Aarons
Lynn Granville
Fabrice Bourland
Kenna Avery Wood
Peter Dickinson
Desmond Seward
Erika Bradshaw
James Holland
Timothy Zahn