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JAIME (cont'd)
Though of course, we all know the court hasn’t been kind to Stark men.
Ned stiffens at the comment. Nobody wears swords at the banquet but his hand reflexively grips for the absent hilt.
JAIME Your father and brother. Yes, I was a witness to that... tragedy.
NED I know you were.
JAIME I suppose it’s some consolation that justice finally came to their killer. No need to thank me-- oh, I’m sorry, you never did. NED Was it justice you were thinking of when you shoved your spear in the Mad King’s back? JAIME It was his kidneys I was thinking of. His liver and spleen. Was that terrible of me? After all the suffering the man caused?
Ned has had enough. He pushes past Jaime. This time the Kingslayer lets him go, but not before one final remark. For an instant Jaime’s air of perpetual amusement evaporates.
JAIME The worst king in a thousand years... and people treat me like some back-alley cutthroat.
But Ned is already gone, heading down the raised platform. Jaime stands alone. The only one at the banquet table who has overheard the Jaime/Ned conversation is Tyrion, who grins at his brother and raises his tankard in toast.
TYRION If it came down to it, big brother, I’d bet on you-- but I wouldn’t bet much.
He downs his tankard of ale with a single, heroic gulp and wipes the foam from his mouth, pleased with himself.
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