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Tyrion

           "Youhavemythanks,lady,"Tyrionsaid,mountingup.

           "Savethem,"shesaidcurtly."ItrustyounomorethanIdidbefore."Shewasgonebeforehecouldframeareply.

           TyrionadjustedhisstolenhelmandtooktheaxefromBronn.Herememberedhowhehadbegunthejourney,withhiswristsboundandahoodpulleddownoverhishead,anddecidedthatthiswasadefiniteimprovement.LadyStarkcouldkeephertrust;solongashecouldkeeptheaxe,hewouldcounthimselfaheadinthegame.

           SerWillisWodeledthemout.Bronntooktherear,withLadyStarksafelyinthemiddle,SerRodrikashadowbesideher.MarillionkeptthrowingsullenlooksbackatTyrionastheyrode.Thesingerhadbrokenseveralribs,hiswoodharp,andallfourfingersonhisplayinghand,yetthedayhadnotbeenanutterlosstohim;somewherehehadacquiredamagnificentshadowskincloak,thickblackfurslashedbystripesofwhite.Hehuddledbeneathitsfoldssilently,andforoncehadnothingtosay.

           Theyheardthedeepgrowlsofshadowcatsbehindthembeforetheyhadgonehalfamile,andlaterthewildsnarlingofthebeastsfightingoverthecorpsestheyhadleftbehind.Marilliongrewvisiblypale.Tyriontrottedupbesidehim."Craven,"hesaid,"rhymesnicelywithraven."Hekickedhishorseandmovedpastthesinger,uptoSerRodrikandCatelynStark.

           Shelookedathim,lipspressedtightlytogether.

           "AsIwassayingbeforeweweresorudelyinterrupted,"Tyrionbegan,"thereisaseriousflawinLittlefinger’sfable

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