The only thing HisA GAME OF THRONES 423Grace enjoys more than hunting is making war on lords who defy him. He had never been a patient man, Robert Baratheon. Robert's face was purple. Nor was he Aemon Targaryen.
Not until they were alone behind closed doors did his visitor draw back his cowl. Aside from his own retainers, there was scarcely a man in this city he trusted. The bells again, gods ha'mercy, wailed an old woman. Stay behind me, Jon said to the fat boy.
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