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Tyrion

           TyrionhadknowntheLadyLysaslightlyduringheryearsatKing’sLanding,anddidnotlookforwardtorenewingtheacquaintance.

           Hiscaptorswereclusteredaroundastreamashortwaysdownthehighroad.Thehorseshaddrunktheirfilloftheicycoldwater,andweregrazingonclumpsofbrowngrassthatgrewfromcleftsintherock.JyckandMorrechuddledclose,sullenandmiserable.Mohorstoodoverthem,leaningonhisspearandwearingaroundedironcapthatmadehimlookasifhehadabowlonhishead.Nearby,Marillionthesingersatoilinghiswoodharp,complainingofwhatthedampwasdoingtohisstrings.

           "Wemusthavesomerest,mylady,"thehedgeknightSerWillisWodewassayingtoCatelynStarkasTyrionapproached.HewasLadyWhent’sman,stiff-neckedandstolid,andthefirsttorisetoaidCatelynStarkbackattheinn.

           "SerWillisspeakstruly,mylady,"SerRodriksaid."Thisisthethirdhorsewehavelost"

           "Wewilllosemorethanhorsesifwe’reovertakenbytheLannisters,"sheremindedthem.Herfacewaswindburntandgaunt,butithadlostnoneofitsdetermination.

           "Smallchanceofthathere,"Tyrionputin.

           "Theladydidnotaskyourviews,dwarf,"snappedKurleket,agreatfatoafwithshort-croppedhairandapig’sface.HewasoneoftheBrackens,aman-at-armsintheserviceofLordJonos.Tyrionhadmadeaspecialefforttolearnalltheirnames,sohemightthankthemlaterfortheirtendertreatmentofhim.ALannisteralwayspaidhisdebts.

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