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[Rodrik moves Catelyn behind a rock, out of harm's way. The men, mainly Bronn begin successfully defending against the tribe.]
"This one's good" Tyrion mused. Maybe he could track him down somehow.
[Tyrion sees Catelyn pull out a small dagger, he runs over to her and convinces her to cut him loose.]
"Untie me. If I die, what's the point?"
[Tyrion, now loose, runs over and picks up a shield. He fends off an attack as another of Lady Stark's men kills him. Another tribesman is nearing Catelyn, Tyrion rushes over with his shield, knocks him to the ground and begins slamming it into his throat, directly in front of, and in defence of Catelyn. The battle comes to an end with many of their men defeated.]
"Congratulations on your first kill, brother" Jaime clapped his brother on the back with a smirk.
"Who says that was my first kill?" Tyrion raised a brow.
Jaime's smirk faltered and Tyrion grinned.
"Your first? You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight."
Oh yeah, he was definitely hunting this one down.
[At King's Landing Arya is running through the halls chasing a cat. She's seen running down a hallway.]
"Why are you chasing cats?" Bran asked.
Arya shrugged.
"It's to teach her to be stealthy" Oberyn answered when the girl shrugged. "Cats have sharp ears and sharp reflexes, if you can sneak up on them, you can sneak up on anyone."
"And sharp claws too" Elia muttered. She remembered that little hellspawn that Rhaenys insisted on calling Balerion.
"That too" Oberyn chuckled. But internally he wondered why the Stark girl was doing this. Stealth was a good thing to have, but not something mandatory for Water Dancing. Or at least the basics of it. Why was Syrio teaching her this then?
"Come on. I'm not gonna hurt you."
[Ned is in his chambers at his desk, Varys is speaking to him, walking around securing all of the windows before sitting down to talk more seriously.]
"How is your son, my Lord?"
"He'll never walk again."
"But his mind is sound?"
"But his mind is sound?"
"So they say."
"A blessing then. I suffered an early mutilation myself. Some doors close forever... others open in the most unexpected places. If the wrong ears heard what I'm about to tell you, off comes my head. And who would mourn poor Varys then? North or South, they sing no songs for spiders. But there are things you must know. You are the King's Hand and the King is a fool... your friend, I know, but a fool... and doomed unless you save him."
"I've been in the capital a month. Why have you waited so long to tell me this?"
"I didn't trust you."
"So why do you trust me now?"
"The Queen is not the only one who has been watching you closely. There are few men of honour in the capital. You are one of them. I would like to believe I am another, strange as that may seem."
"You and Lord Stark have very different definitions of honour" Renly snorted.
"You'd be surprised, Lord Renly, at how similar the two of us can be," Varys said with a smile. A smile that had Renly hold back a shudder. There was something about the man... something unsettling.
"What sort of doom does the King face?"
"The same sort as Jon Arryn."
Ned, Jon Arryn and Robert sat straighter.
"The tears of Lys, they call it. A rare and costly thing, as clear and tasteless as water. It leaves no trace."
Oberyn whistled.
"You made a rich enemy, Lord Arryn" the man said.
"It's not the Lannisters" Daenerys said with absolute surety. "It's too obvious. The poison is expensive, and the first person anyone would think of is a Lannister because of how they flaunt their wealth.
"Regardless, they are still suspects" Robb muttered. He actually agreed with Daenerys on this. The Lannisters would be too obvious.
"It would still have to be someone close to giving it to him" Jon pointed out.
"Like Ser Hugh?" suggested Margaery.
All four involved in the conversation nodded in unison.
"Who could have given it to him?"
"Probably someone who would benefit Lord Arryn's death."
All four went silent in thought.
Ned looked at Robert.
Robert looked at Ned.
They both looked at Jon Arryn.
Jon Arryn looked at them.
"Who would benefit?" Ned asked his foster father.
"I have no idea" Jon Arryn muttered. Yet he had a sinking feeling that the person close to him was not just Ser Hugh.
[We shift to a dark dungeon of King's Landing. Arya is still chasing the cat. She stops to admire a large dragon's skull.]
"Balerion" Rhaegar whispered to Daenerys, who jumped a little at having been snapped out of her thoughts. The girl looked on with awe, as did the other young ones.
[She hears two men talking, and hides from them, just in earshot. The two men are Lord Varys and Magister Illyrio Mopatis.]
"What are you doing?" Robert growled.
"Gathering information no doubt, your Grace" Varys said with a frown. He recognised the other voice, a little surprised the rest hadn't. He hoped his plot would not come to light just yet.
"He's found one bastard already. He has the book. The rest will come."
"And when he knows the truth, what will he do?"
"He's the man from Essos! The one Daenerys lived with" Arya pointed out.
Daenerys almost slapped herself. How had she not recognised that voice?!
"What is he doing there?" Jon Arryn questioned.
"He is... an old friend" Varys answered hesitantly. It was all coming undone much too fast for his liking.
"The man harbouring the Targaryens is your friend?" Renly questioned.
"Where do you think I get my information about them from?" Varys asked in return.
Daenerys stared at the plump man in alarm. She'd been living under her enemy's roof all this time?!
"The gods alone know. The fools tried to kill his son. What's worse, they botched it. The wolf and the lion will be at each other's throats. We will be at war soon, my friend."
"What good is war now? We're not ready. If one Hand can die, why not a second?"
"It's starting to sound like you were involved with Jon's murder" Robert growled.
"This Hand is not the other."
"We need time. Khal Drogo will not make his move until his son is born. You know how these savages are."
"Delay, you say. 'Move fast, I reply. This is no longer a game for two players."
"It never was."
"SPIDER!" the King snarled, his face red from livid anger. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"