[왕좌의 게임 1-3] (2) “This tournament is an extravagance we cannot afford.”

Ned enters the small council’s chamber where the others are already awaiting him.

Varys: Lord Stark.

Varys: I was grievously sorry to hear of your troubles on the Kingsroad. We are all praying for Prince Joffrey's full recovery.

Eddard Stark: A shame you didn't say a prayer for the butcher's son. Renly! You're looking well.

Renly Baratheon: And you look tired from the road. I told them this meeting could wait another day, but...

Petyr Baelish: But we have a Kingdom to look after. I've hoped to meet you for some time, Lord Stark. No doubt Lady Catelyn has mentioned me.

Eddard Stark: She has, Lord Baelish. I understand you knew my brother Brandon as well.

Petyr Baelish: All too well. I still carry a token of his esteem from navel to collarbone.

Eddard Stark: Perhaps you chose the wrong man to duel with.

Petyr Baelish: It wasn't the man that I chose, my Lord. It was Catelyn Tully. A woman worth fighting for, I'm sure you'll agree.

Grand Maester Pycelle: I humbly beg your pardon, my Lord Stark.

Eddard Stark: Grand Maester.

Grand Maester Pycelle: How many years has it been? You were a young man.

Eddard Stark: And you served another King.

Grand Maester Pycelle: How forgetful of me. This belongs to you, now. Should we begin?

Eddard Stark: Without the King?

Renly Baratheon: Winter may be coming, but I'm afraid the same cannot be said for my brother.

Varys: His Grace has many cares. He entrusts some small matters to us that we might lighten the load.

Petyr Baelish: We are the lords of small matters here.

Renly Baratheon: My brother instructs us to stage a tournament in honor of Lord Stark's appointment as Hand of the King.

Petyr Baelish: Mmm, how much?

Eddard Stark: 40,000 gold dragons to the champion, 20,000 to the runner-up, 20,000 to the winning archer.

Grand Maester Pycelle: Can the treasury bear such expense?

Petyr Baelish: I'll have to borrow it. The Lannisters will accommodate, I expect. We already owe Lord Tywin 3 million gold. What's another 80,000?

Eddard Stark: Are you telling me the Crown is three million in debt?

Petyr Baelish: I'm telling you the Crown is six million in debt.

Eddard Stark: How could you let this happen?

Petyr Baelish: The Master of Coin finds the money. The King and the Hand spend it.

Eddard Stark: I will not believe Jon Arryn allowed Robert to bankrupt the realm.

Grand Maester Pycelle: Lord Arryn gave wise and prudent advice, but I fear His Grace doesn't always listen.

Renly Baratheon: "Counting coppers," he calls it.

Eddard Stark: I'll speak to him tomorrow. This tournament is an extravagance we cannot afford.

Petyr Baelish: As you will. But still, we'd best make our plans.

Eddard Stark: There will be no plans until I speak to Robert. Forgive me, my Lords. I had a long ride.

Varys: You are the King's Hand, Lord Stark, we serve at your pleasure.