"How so, Lord Varys?" Ned asked brusquely. His leg was throbbing, and he was in no mood for word games.
"Had it been me up there, I should have sent Sir Loras. He so wanted to go...and a man who has the Lannisters for his enemies would do well to make the Tyrells his friends."
"Sir Loras is young," said Ned. "I daresay he will outgrow the disappointment."
"And Sir Ilyn?" The eunuch stroked a plump, powdered cheek. "He is the King's Justice, after all. Sending other men to do his office...some might construe that as a grave insult."
"No slight was intended." In truth, Ned did not trust the mute knight, though perhaps that was only because hemisliked executioners. "I remind you, the Paynes are bannermen to House Lannister. I thought it best to choosemen who owed Lord Tywin no fealty."
"Very prudent, no doubt," Varys said. "Still, I chanced to see Sir Ilyn in the back of the hall, staring at uswith those pale eyes of his, and I must say, he did not look pleased, though to be sure it is hard to tell with our silent knight. I hope he outgrows his disappointment as well. He does so love his work..."