Book Of Asura
“Robert must be told,” Ned said. “If what you say is true, if even a part of it is true, the
king must hear it for himself.”
“And what proof shall we lay before him? My words against theirs? My little birds
against the queen and the Kingslayer, against his brothers and his council, against the
Wardens of East and West, against all the might of Casterly Rock? Pray, send for Ser Ilyn
directly, it will save us all some time. I know where that road ends.”
“Yet if what you say is true, they will only bide their time and make another attempt.”
“Indeed they will,” said Varys, “and sooner rather than later, I do fear. You are making
them most anxious, Lord Eddard. But my little birds will be listening, and together we
may be able to forestall them, you and I.” He rose and pulled up his cowl so his face was
hidden once more. “Thank you for the wine. We will speak again. When you see me next
at council, be certain to treat me with your accustomed contempt. You should not find it
difficult.”
He was at the door when Ned called, “Varys.” The eunuch turned back. “How did Jon
Arryn die?”
“I wondered when you would get around to that.”
“Tell me.”
“The tears of Lys
