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Tyrion

           Ashadowfellacrosshisface.HeturnedtofindCleganeloomingoverheadlikeacliff.Hissoot-darkarmorseemedtoblotoutthesun.Hehadloweredthevisoronhishelm.Itwasfashionedinthelikenessofasnarlingblackhound,fearsometobehold,butTyrionhadalwaysthoughtitagreatimprovementoverClegane’shideouslyburnedface.

           "Theprincewillrememberthat,littlelord,"theHoundwarnedhim.Thehelmturnedhislaughintoahollowrumble.

           "Iprayhedoes,"TyrionLannisterreplied."Ifheforgets,beagooddogandremindhim."Heglancedaroundthecourtyard."DoyouknowwhereImightfindmybrother?"

           "Breakingfastwiththequeen."

           "Ah,"Tyrionsaid.HegaveSandorCleganeaperfunctorynodandwalkedawayasbrisklyashisstuntedlegswouldcarryhim,whistling.HepitiedthefirstknighttotrytheHoundtoday.Themandidhaveatemper.

           Acold,cheerlessmealhadbeenlaidoutinthemorningroomoftheGuestHouse.JaimesatattablewithCerseiandthechildren,talkinginlow,hushedvoices.

           "IsRobertstillabed?"Tyrionaskedasheseatedhimself,uninvited,atthetable.

           Hissisterpeeredathimwiththesameexpressionoffaintdistasteshehadwornsincethedayhewasborn."Thekinghasnotsleptatall,"shetoldhim."HeiswithLordEddard.Hehastakentheirsorrowdeeplytoheart."

           "Hehasalargeheart,ourRobert,"Jaimesaidwithalazysmile.TherewasverylittlethatJaimetookseriously.Tyrionknewthatabouthisbrother,andforgaveit.

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