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Autoren: George R.R. Martin
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Just now Jaime had more immediate concerns.
You say you are the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard
, his father had said.
Go do your duty
. These five were not the brothers he would have chosen, but they were the brothers he had; the time had come to take them in hand.
    â€œWhoever did it,” he told them, “Joffrey is dead, and the Iron Throne belongs to Tommen now. I mean for him to sit on it until his hair turns white and his teeth fall out. And not from poison.” Jaime turned to Ser Boros Blount. The man had grown stout in recent years, though he was big-boned enough to carry it. “Ser Boros, you look like a man who enjoys his food. Henceforth you’ll taste everything Tommen eats or drinks.”
    Ser Osmund Kettleblack laughed aloud and the Knight of Flowers smiled, but Ser Boros turned a deep beet red. “I am no food taster! I am a knight of the Kingsguard!”
    â€œSad to say, you are.” Cersei should never have stripped the man of his white cloak. But their father had only compounded the shame by restoring it. “My sister has told me how readily you yielded my nephew to Tyrion’s sellswords. You will find carrots and pease less threatening, I hope. When your Sworn Brothers are training in the yard with sword and shield, you may train with spoon and trencher. Tommen loves applecakes. Try not to let any sellswords make off with them.”
    â€œYou speak to me thus?
You?
”
    â€œYou should have died before you let Tommen be taken.”
    â€œAs you died protecting Aerys, ser?” Ser Boros lurched to his feet, and clasped the hilt of his sword. “I
won’t
. . . I won’t suffer this. You should be the food taster, it seems to me. What else is a cripple good for?”
    Jaime smiled. “I agree. I am as unfit to guard the king as you are. So draw that sword you’re fondling, and we shall see how your two hands fare against my one. At the end one of us will be dead, and the Kingsguard will be improved.” He rose. “Or, if you prefer, you may return to your duties.”
    â€œ
Bah!
” Ser Boros hawked up a glob of green phlegm, spat it at Jaime’s feet, and walked out, his sword still in its sheath.
    The man is craven, and a good thing
. Though fat, aging, and never more than ordinary, Ser Boros could still have hacked him into bloody pieces.
But Boros does not know that, and neither must the rest. They feared the man I was; the man I am they’d pity
.
    Jaime seated himself again and turned to Kettleblack. “Ser Osmund. I do not know you. I find that curious. I’ve fought in tourneys, mêlées, and battles throughout the Seven Kingdoms. I know of every hedge knight, freerider, and upjumped squire of any skill who has ever presumed to break a lance in the lists. So how is it that I have never heard of you, Ser Osmund?”
    â€œThat I couldn’t say, my lord.” He had a great wide smile on his face, did Ser Osmund, as if he and Jaime were old comrades in arms playing some jolly little game. “I’m a soldier, though, not no tourney knight.”
    â€œWhere had you served, before my sister found you?”
    â€œHere and there, my lord.”
    â€œI have been to Oldtown in the south and Winterfell in the north. I have been to Lannisport in the west, and King’s Landing in the east. But I have never been to Here. Nor There.” For want of a finger, Jaime pointed his stump at Ser Osmund’s beak of a nose. “I will ask once more.
Where have you served?
”
    â€œIn the Stepstones. Some in the Disputed Lands. There’s always fighting there. I rode with the Gallant Men. We fought for Lys, and some for Tyrosh.”
    You fought for anyone who would pay you
. “How did you come by your knighthood?”
    â€œOn a battlefield.”
    â€œWho knighted you?”
    â€œSer Robert . . . Stone. He’s dead now, my lord.”
    â€œTo be sure.” Ser Robert Stone might have been some bastard from the Vale, he supposed, selling his sword in the Disputed Lands. On the other hand, he might be no more than a name Ser Osmund cobbled together from a dead king and a castle wall.
What was Cersei thinking when she gave this one a white cloak?
    At least Kettleblack would likely know how to use a sword and shield. Sellswords were seldom the most honorable of men, but they had to have a certain skill at arms to stay alive. “Very well, ser,” Jaime said. “You may

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