Игра престолов

Tyrion

           Patiently,Tyrionrepeatedhisinstructions,thenclappedtheseptonontheshoulderandlefthimtohistasks.

           Outside,Tyrionswallowedalungfulofthecoldmorningairandbeganhislaboriousdescentofthesteepstonestepsthatcorkscrewedaroundtheexteriorofthelibrarytower.Itwasslowgoing;thestepswerecuthighandnarrow,whilehislegswereshortandtwisted.TherisingsunhadnotyetclearedthewallsofWinterfell,butthemenwerealreadyhardatitintheyardbelow.SandorClegane’sraspingvoicedrifteduptohim."Theboyisalongtimedying.Iwishhewouldbequickeraboutit."

           TyrionglanceddownandsawtheHoundstandingwithyoungJoffreyassquiresswarmedaroundthem."Atleasthediesquietly,"theprincereplied."It’sthewolfthatmakesthenoise.Icouldscarcesleeplastnight."

           Cleganecastalongshadowacrossthehard-packedearthashissquireloweredtheblackhelmoverhishead."Icouldsilencethecreature,ifitpleaseyou,"hesaidthroughhisopenvisor.Hisboyplacedalongswordinhishand.Hetestedtheweightofit,slicingatthecoldmorningair.Behindhim,theyardrangtotheclangorofsteelonsteel.

           Thenotionseemedtodelighttheprince."Sendadogtokilladog!"heexclaimed."Winterfellissoinfestedwithwolves,theStarkswouldnevermissone."

           Tyrionhoppedoffthelaststepontotheyard."Ibegtodiffer,nephew,"hesaid."TheStarkscancountpastsix.UnlikesomeprincesImightname."

           Joffreyhadthegraceatleasttoblush.

           "Avoicefromnowhere,"Sandorsaid.

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