He spoke the Common Tongue fluently, with only the slightest hint of a Tyroshi accent. Ned mounted up and trotted behind him, down the trail and into the city. Every man who fought beneath the dragon banner or rose with Balon Greyjoy will have good cause to fear. Or perhaps he had acted, and died for it.
He'd had a giant's strength too, his weaponA GAME OF THRONES 35of choice a spiked iron warhammer that Ned could scarcely lift. You sent for me, my lord Hand? Hand no longer, Ned told him. Littlefinger chuckled. Yet Robert was Ned's king now, and not just a friend, so he said only, Your Grace.
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