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Tyrion

           "Isthissomekindoftrick?Iseeyou.TyrionLannister."

           Tyrionsighed."Youareremarkablypoliteforabastard,Snow.Whatyouseeisadwarf.Youarewhat,twelve?"

           "Fourteen,"theboysaid.

           "Fourteen,andyou’retallerthanIwilleverbe.Mylegsareshortandtwisted,andIwalkwithdifficulty.Irequireaspecialsaddletokeepfromfallingoffmyhorse.Asaddleofmyowndesign,youmaybeinterestedtoknow.Itwaseitherthatorrideapony.Myarmsarestrongenough,butagain,tooshort.Iwillnevermakeaswordsman.HadIbeenbornapeasant,theymighthaveleftmeouttodie,orsoldmetosomeslaver’sgrotesquerie.Alas,IwasbornaLannisterofCasterlyRock,andthegrotesqueriesareallthepoorer.Thingsareexpectedofme.MyfatherwastheHandoftheKingfortwentyyears.Mybrotherlaterkilledthatverysameking,asitturnsout,butlifeisfulloftheselittleironies.Mysistermarriedthenewkingandmyrepulsivenephewwillbekingafterhim.ImustdomypartforthehonorofmyHouse,wouldn’tyouagree?Yethow?Well,mylegsmaybetoosmallformybody,butmyheadistoolarge,althoughIprefertothinkitisjustlargeenoughformymind.Ihavearealisticgraspofmyownstrengthsandweaknesses.Mymindismyweapon.Mybrotherhashissword,KingRoberthashiswarhammer,andIhavemymind...andamindneedsbooksasaswordneedsawhetstone,ifitistokeepitsedge."Tyriontappedtheleathercoverofthebook."That’swhyIreadsomuch,JonSnow."

           Theboyabsorbedthatallinsilence.

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