Tyrion

           AshestoodinthepredawnchillwatchingChiggenbutcherhishorse,TyrionLannisterchalkeduponemoredebtowedtheStarks.Steamrosefrominsidethecarcasswhenthesquatsellswordopenedthebellywithhisskinningknife.Hishandsmoveddeftly,withneverawastedcut;theworkhadtobedonequickly,beforethestinkofbloodbroughtshadowcatsdownfromtheheights.

           "Noneofuswillgohungrytonight,"Bronnsaid.Hewasnearashadowhimself;bonethinandbonehard,withblackeyesandblackhairandastubbleofbeard.

           "Someofusmay,"Tyriontoldhim."Iamnotfondofeatinghorse.Particularlymyhorse."

           "Meatismeat,"Bronnsaidwithashrug."TheDothrakilikehorsemorethanbeeforpork."

           "DoyoutakemeforaDothraki?"Tyrionaskedsourly.TheDothrakiatehorse,intruth;theyalsoleftdeformedchildrenoutfortheferaldogswhoranbehindtheirkhalasars.Dothrakicustomshadscantappealforhim.

           Chiggenslicedathinstripofbloodymeatoffthecarcassandhelditupforinspection."Wantataste,dwarf?"

           "MybrotherJaimegavemethatmareformytwenty-thirdnameday,"Tyrionsaidinaflatvoice.

           "Thankhimforus,then.Ifyoueverseehimagain."Chiggengrinned,showingyellowteeth,andswallowedtherawmeatintwobites."Tasteswellbred."

           "Betterifyoufryitupwithonions,"Bronnputin.

           Wordlessly,Tyrionlimpedaway.Thecoldhadsettleddeepinhisbones,andhislegsweresosorehecouldscarcelywalk.Perhapshisdeadmarewastheluckyone.