“He is mad,” said Cersei. “You have driven him mad.” “Ser Osney,” said the High Septon, in a firm, clear voice, “did you have carnal knowledge of the queen?” “Aye.” The chains rattled softly as Osney twisted in his shackles. “That one there. She’s the queen I fucked, the one sent me to kill the old High Septon. He never had no guards. I just come in when he was sleeping and pushed a pillow down across his face.” Cersei whirled, and ran.
