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Where's our fleet?
On the way.
Why isn't it here now? They're coming.
Hound, tell the Hand that his king has asked him a question.
The king has asked you a question.
Ser Lancel, tell the Hound to tell the king that the Hand is extremely busy.
The Hand of the King would like me to tell you to tell the king
lf l tell the Hound to cut you in half, he'll do it without a second thought.
That would make me the quarterman.
lt just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Cut me in half and l won't be able to give the signal.
No signal, no plan.
No plan and Stannis Baratheon sacks this city, takes the lron Throne,
puts your pinched little head atop a gate somewhere.
lt might be quite amusing,
except that my head would be up there, too.
l've never much liked my head,
but l don't want to see it removed just yet.