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Tyrion

           Heonlylookedathimwiththosebrightredeyes,andshowedhimhisteeth,andthatwasmorethanenough.Tyrionsaggedbacktothegroundwithagrunt."Don’thelpme,then.I’llsitrighthereuntilyouleave."

           JonSnowstrokedGhost’sthickwhitefur,smilingnow."Askmenicely."

           TyrionLannisterfelttheangercoilinginsidehim,andcrusheditoutwithawill.Itwasnotthefirsttimeinhislifehehadbeenhumiliated,anditwouldnotbethelast.Perhapsheevendeservedthis."Ishouldbeverygratefulforyourkindassistance,Jon,"hesaidmildly.

           "Down,Ghost,"theboysaid.Thedirewolfsatonhishaunches.ThoseredeyesneverleftTyrion.Joncamearoundbehindhim,slidhishandsunderhisarms,andliftedhimeasilytohisfeet.Thenhepickedupthebookandhandeditback.

           "Whydidheattackme?"Tyrionaskedwithasidelongglanceatthedirewolf.Hewipedbloodanddirtfromhismouthwiththebackofhishand.

           "Maybehethoughtyouwereagrumkin."

           Tyrionglancedathimsharply.Thenhelaughed,arawsnortofamusementthatcameburstingoutthroughhisnoseentirelywithouthispermission."Oh,gods,"hesaid,chokingonhislaughterandshakinghishead,"IsupposeIdoratherlooklikeagrumkin.Whatdoeshedotosnarks?"

           "Youdon’twanttoknow."JonpickedupthewineskinandhandedittoTyrion.

           Tyrionpulledoutthestopper,tiltedhishead,andsqueezedalongstreamintohismouth.Thewinewascoolfireasittrickleddownhisthroatandwarmedhisbelly.HeheldouttheskintoJonSnow.

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