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Tyrion

           Hetookasmallrevengeinthematterofhisridingfur,atatteredbearskin,oldandmusty-smelling.StarkhadofferedittohiminanexcessofNight’sWatchgallantry,nodoubtexpectinghimtograciouslydecline.Tyrionhadacceptedwithasmile.HehadbroughthiswarmestclothingwithhimwhentheyrodeoutofWinterfell,andsoondiscoveredthatitwasnowherenearwarmenough.Itwascolduphere,andgrowingcolder.Thenightswerewellbelowfreezingnow,andwhenthewindblewitwaslikeaknifecuttingrightthroughhiswarmestwoolens.BynowStarkwasnodoubtregrettinghischivalrousimpulse.Perhapshehadlearnedalesson.TheLannistersneverdeclined,graciouslyorotherwise.TheLannisterstookwhatwasoffered.

           Farmsandholdfastsgrewscarcerandsmallerastheypressednorthward,everdeeperintothedarknessofthewolfswood,untilfinallytherewerenomoreroofstoshelterunder,andtheywerethrownbackontheirownresources.

           Tyrionwasnevermuchuseinmakingacamporbreakingone.Toosmall,toohobbled,tooin-the-way.SowhileStarkandYorenandtheothermenerectedrudeshelters,tendedthehorses,andbuiltafire,itbecamehiscustomtotakehisfurandawineskinandgooffbyhimselftoread.

           Ontheeighteenthnightoftheirjourney,thewinewasararesweetamberfromtheSummerIslesthathehadbroughtallthewaynorthfromCasterlyRock,andthebookaruminationonthehistoryandpropertiesofdragons.

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