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Tyrion

           Iamtoldhetookabloodyspearforhissigil.Abloodycleaverwouldhavebeenmychoice."Hisfatherhadnotraisedhisvoice,yetTyrioncouldseetheangerinthegoldofhiseyes."AnddismissingSelmy,wherewasthesenseinthat?Yes,themanwasold,butthenameofBarristantheBoldstillhasmeaningintherealm.Helenthonortoanymanheserved.CananyonesaythesameoftheHound?Youfeedyourdogbonesunderthetable,youdonotseathimbesideyouonthehighbench."HepointedafingeratTyrion’sface."IfCerseicannotcurbtheboy,youmust.Andifthesecouncillorsareplayingusfalse..."

           Tyrionknew."Spikes,"hesighed."Heads.Walls."

           "Iseeyouhavetakenafewlessonsfromme."

           "Morethanyouknow,Father,"Tyrionansweredquietly.Hefinishedhiswineandsetthecupaside,thoughtful.Apartofhimwasmorepleasedthanhecaredtoadmit.Anotherpartwasrememberingthebattleupriver,andwonderingifhewasbeingsenttoholdtheleftagain."Whyme?"heasked,cockinghisheadtooneside."Whynotmyuncle?WhynotSerAddamorSerFlementorLordSerrett?Whynota...biggerman?"

           LordTywinroseabruptly."Youaremyson."

           Thatwaswhenheknew.Youhavegivenhimupforlost,hethought.Youbloodybastard,youthinkJaime’sgoodasdead,soI’mallyouhaveleft.Tyrionwantedtoslaphim,tospitinhisface,todrawhisdaggerandcuttheheartoutofhimandseeifitwasmadeofoldhardgold,thewaythesmallfolkssaid.Yethesatthere,silentandstill

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