Pycelle pulled back, his maester's chain jangling. "As you say. I shall visit again on the morrow." The old man hurriedly gathered up his things and took his leave. Ned had little doubt that he was bound straight for theroyal apartments, to whisper at the queen. I thought you had best know, indeed... as if Cersei had not instructed him to pass along her father's threats. He hoped his response rattled those perfect teeth of hers. Ned wasnot near as confident of Robert as he pretended, but there was no reason Cersei need know that.
When Pycelle was gone, Ned called for a cup of honeyed wine. That clouded the mind as well, yet not as badly. He needed to be able to think. A thousand times, he asked himself what Jon Arryn might have done, had he livedlong enough to act on what he'd learned. Or perhaps he had acted, and died for it. 派席尔走后，奈德要来一杯掺蜂蜜的酒。这东西喝了同样会干扰神智，却没那么严重。他必须保持思绪明晰。他问过自己一千遍：假如琼恩，艾林得知真相后没被人害死，他接下来会采取什么行动？话说回来，说不定他采取过行动，却因此而丧命。
It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to. Someday, when Sansa was grown, he would have to tell her how she had made it all come clear for him. He's not the least bit like that old drunken king, she had declared, angry and unknowing, and the simple truth of it had twisted inside him, cold as death. This was the sword that killed Jon Arryn, Ned thought then, and it will kill Robert as well, a slower death but full as certain.