Jorah was trembling with anger as he held the smaller man. The only thing stopping him from striking the old man was that strained voice. His voice was a low growl of anger. "Answer truthfully or by the old gods and the new you will regret your words."

Pycelle looked truly scared but he chose to answer truthfully. He suspected the young girl would be easily swayed once he could get her alone from the over protective hand. "I noted her graces deformity and added some herbs to her tea to remove the deformity from her body. To protect the kingdom I did not bring up her deformity to anyone else."

Jorah's anger flashed over and he swung the old man around to slam him hard into the ground. "How dare you call an innocent baby a deformity! You have murdered your Queen's child through your actions!" He growled through his teeth. His words could clearly be heard by those in the room. However, if there were ears listening through the doors or walls they would not hear specific words, but growled words in anger.

Jorah turned his face to look up at Daenerys. "This worm has just admitted to poisoning your grace. May I have the honor of removing his traitorous tongue and breaking his hands that he may not spread his treacherous words and spread his poison through your kingdom until your justice has been carried out for his greivous crimes." He was beside himself with rage, but Jorah knew she would want to give him a trial.