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ROBERT I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it’s true. You were the brother I chose. We were meant to be family.
NED (moved by these words) I don’t know what to say.
ROBERT
Say “Yes”!
NED If I could have some time to consider these honors... ROBERT Yes, of course, talk it over with Catelyn, sleep on it if you must.
He claps his hands roughly on Ned’s shoulders.
ROBERT Just don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m not the most patient man.
Ned smiles-- but his glance drifts over Robert’s shoulder to the dead of Winterfell, who watch with disapproving eyes.
INT. GREAT HALL OF WINTERFELL - NIGHT
The feast for the king is in its fourth hour. A SINGER plays the harp at one end of the hall but no one can hear him above the roar of the fire, the clangor of pewter plates and cups, and the din of a hundred conversations.
The long wooden tables are covered with steaming platters of roasted meats and baked breads.
Banners hang from the stone walls: the dire wolf of Stark; Baratheon’s crowned stag; the lion of Lannister.
Ned and Catelyn host King Robert (already drunk), Queen Cersei, Ser Jaime and Tyrion Lannister (the queen’s brothers) and a few other luminaries at a table on a raised platform.
The Stark and Baratheon trueborn children sit at a table directly below the guests of honor.
On the main floor, the SOLDIERS, SQUIRES and other COMMONERS sit on backless benches. Jon Snow sits with them.
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