I denounce him, and attaint him, and strip him of all rank and titles, of all lands and incomes and holdings, and do sentence him to death. May the gods take pity on his soul."
When the echo of his words had died away, the Knight of Flowers seemed perplexed. "Lord Eddard, what of me?"
Ned looked down on him. From on high, Loras Tyrell seemed almost as young as Robb. "No one doubts your valor, Sir Loras, but we are about justice here, and what you seek is vengeance." He looked back to Lord Beric. "Rideat first light. These things are best done quickly." He held up a hand. "The throne will hear no more petitions today."
Alyn and Porther climbed the steep iron steps to help him back down. As they made their descent, he could feelLoras Tyrell's sullen stare, but the boy had stalked away before Ned reached the floor of the throne room.
At the base of the Iron Throne, Varys was gathering papers from the council table. Littlefinger and Grand Maester Pycelle had already taken their leave. "You are a bolder man than I, my lord," the eunuch said softly.