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Tyrion

           "Ridinghardandfastbynightisasurewaytotumbledownamountainandcrackyourskull.Iprefertomakemycrossingslowandeasy.Iknowyoulovethetasteofhorse,Bronn,butifourmountsdieunderusthistime,we’llbetryingtosaddleshadowcats...andiftruthbetold,Ithinktheclanswillfindusnomatterwhatwedo.Theireyesareallaroundus."Hesweptaglovedhandoverthehigh,wind-carvedcragsthatsurroundedthem.

           Bronngrimaced."Thenwe’redeadmen,Lannister."

           "Ifso,Iprefertodiecomfortable,"Tyrionreplied."Weneedafire.Thenightsarecolduphere,andhotfoodwillwarmourbelliesandliftourspirits.Doyousupposethere’sanygametobehad?LadyLysahaskindlyprovideduswithaveritablefeastofsaltbeef,hardcheese,andstalebread,butIwouldhatetobreakatoothsofarfromthenearestmaester."

           "Icanfindmeat."Beneathafallofblackhair,Bronn’sdarkeyesregardedTyrionsuspiciously."Ishouldleaveyouherewithyourfool’sfire.IfItookyourhorse,I’dhavetwicethechancetomakeitthrough.Whatwouldyoudothen,dwarf?"

           "Die,mostlike."Tyrionstoopedtogetanotherstick.

           "Youdon’tthinkI’ddoit?"

           "You’ddoitinaninstant,ifitmeantyourlife.YouwerequickenoughtosilenceyourfriendChiggenwhenhecaughtthatarrowinhisbelly."Bronnhadyankedbacktheman’sheadbythehairanddriventhepointofhisdirkinundertheear,andafterwardtoldCatelynStarkthattheothersellswordhaddiedofhiswound.

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