And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke,
and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear. [The Rains of Castamere]
Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.
All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.