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Tyrion

           Theysetoutthroughtherainatahardgallop,andbeforelongTyrion’sthighswerecrampedandachingandhisbuttthrobbedwithpain.Evenwhentheyweresafelyawayfromtheinn,andCatelynStarkslowedthemtoatrot,itwasamiserablepoundingjourneyoverroughground,madeworsebyhisblindness.Everytwistandturnputhimindangeroffallingoffhishorse.Thehoodmuffledsound,sohecouldnotmakeoutwhatwasbeingsaidaroundhim,andtherainsoakedthroughtheclothandmadeitclingtohisface,untilevenbreathingwasastruggle.Theropechafedhiswristsrawandseemedtogrowtighterasthenightworeon.Iwasabouttosettledowntoawarmfireandaroastfowl,andthatwretchedsingerhadtoopenhismouth,hethoughtmournfully.Thewretchedsingerhadcomealongwiththem."Thereisagreatsongtobemadefromthis,andI’mtheonetomakeit,"hetoldCatelynStarkwhenheannouncedhisintentionofridingwiththemtoseehowthe"splendidadventure"turnedout.TyrionwonderedwhethertheboywouldthinktheadventurequitesosplendidoncetheLannisterriderscaughtupwiththem.

           TherainhadfinallystoppedanddawnlightwasseepingthroughthewetclothoverhiseyeswhenCatelynStarkgavethecommandtodismount.Roughhandspulledhimdownfromhishorse,untiedhiswrists,andyankedthehoodoffhishead.Whenhesawthenarrowstonyroad,thefoothillsrisinghighandwildallaroundthem,andthejaggedsnowcappedpeaksonthedistanthorizon,allthehopewentoutofhiminarush.

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