It is all the king's justice, Ned told him. "North, south, east, or west, all we do we do in Robert's name."
The king's justice, Grand Maester Pycelle said. "So it is, and so we should defer this matter until the king..."
The king is hunting across the river and may not return for days, Lord Eddard said. "Robert bid me to sit here in his place, to listen with his ears, and to speak with his voice. I mean to do just that...though I agree that he must be told." He saw a familiar face beneath the tapestries. "Sir Robar."
Sir Robar Royce stepped forward and bowed. "My lord."
Your father is hunting with the king, Ned said. "Will you bring them word of what was said and done here today?"
At once, my lord.
Do we have your leave to take our vengeance against Sir Gregor, then? Marq Piper asked the throne.
Vengeance? Ned said. "I thought we were speaking of justice. Burning Clegane's fields and slaughtering his people will not restore the king's peace, only your injured pride." He glanced away before the young knight could voice his outraged protest, and addressed the villagers. "People of Sherrer, I cannot give you back your homes or your crops, nor can I restore your dead to life. But perhaps I can give you some small measure ofjustice, in the name of our king, Robert."