He can't even put a man's armor on him properly.Įddard Stark: You're too fat for your armor. Did you know that? Look at this idiot! One ball and no brains. Robert Baratheon: Your mother was a dumb whore with a fat arse. Lancel Lannister: It's made too small, Your Grace. Lancel, Robert's squire, is attempting to dress him in his armor. Ned separates from Barristan and enters King Robert's tent. That will never happen.īarristan Selmy: Robert tends to do what he wants.Įddard Stark: If the King got what he wanted all the time, we'd still be fighting a damned rebellion. How could he afford a new suit of armor?īarristan Selmy: Perhaps Lord Arryn left him some money? I hear the King wants to joust today.Įddard Stark: Yes. What the Mad King did to him was a terrible crime.Įddard Stark: And that lad. I never knew the man to be wrong about matters of combat.īarristan Selmy: He was a fine man, your father. I've seen you cut down a dozen great knights.Įddard Stark: My father once told me you were the best he'd ever seen. I don't think the widow's life would suit her.īarristan Selmy: You're too modest. Not so many years ago we fought as enemies at the Trident.Įddard Stark: I'm glad we never met on the field, Ser Barristan. Ned and Barristan both exit the tent and begin walking.īarristan Selmy: Life is strange. But who holds the straws? You've done good work, Sisters. Going against the Mountain.īarristan Selmy: All the knights draw straws, Lord Stark.Įddard Stark: Aye. He had no one else.Įddard Stark: He'd never worn this armor before.īarristan Selmy: Bad luck for him.
He enters a tent where Ser Hugh (deceased) is being tended to, he enters to speak with Barristan.Įddard Stark: Does Ser Hugh have any family in the capital?īarristan Selmy: No. King's Landing, Ned Stark arrives at the grounds where the Tourney of the Hand will take place.
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