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Tyrion

           Hehadhoursmoreridingaheadofhim,followedbyafewmouthfulsoffoodandashort,coldsleeponhardground,andthenanothernightofthesame,andanother,andanother,andthegodsonlyknewhowitwouldend."Damnher,"hemutteredashestruggleduptheroadtorejoinhiscaptors,remembering,"damnherandalltheStarks."

           Thememorywasstillbitter.Onemomenthe’dbeenorderingsupper,andaneyeblinklaterhewasfacingaroomofarmedmen,withJyckreachingforaswordandthefatinnkeepshrieking,"Noswords,nothere,please,m’lords."

           TyrionwrencheddownJyck’sarmhurriedly,beforehegotthembothhackedtopieces."Whereareyourcourtesies,Jyck?Ourgoodhostesssaidnoswords.Doassheasks."Heforcedasmilethatmusthavelookedasqueasyasitfelt."You’remakingasadmistake,LadyStark.Ihadnopartinanyattackonyourson.Onmyhonor"

           "Lannisterhonor,"wasallshesaid.Sheheldupherhandsforalltheroomtosee."Hisdaggerleftthesescars.Thebladehesenttoopenmyson’sthroat."

           Tyrionfelttheangerallaroundhim,thickandsmoky,fedbythedeepcutsintheStarkwoman’shands."Killhim,"hissedsomedrunkenslatternfromtheback,andothervoicestookupthecall,fasterthanhewouldhavebelieved.Strangersall,friendlyenoughonlyamomentago,andyetnowtheycriedforhisbloodlikehoundsonatrail.

           Tyrionspokeuploudly,tryingtokeepthequaverfromhisvoice."IfLadyStarkbelievesIhavesomecrimetoanswerfor,Iwillgowithherandanswerforit."

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