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Tyrion

           Shedrewhersonclose,holdinghimsafeinthecircleofherplumpwhitearms."TheImpistryingtofrightenus,sweetbaby.TheLannistersareallliars.Noonewillhurtmysweetboy."

           Thehellofitwas,shewasnodoubtright.Havingseenwhatittooktogethere,Tyrioncouldwellimaginehowitwouldbeforaknighttryingtofighthiswayupinarmor,whilestonesandarrowspoureddownfromaboveandenemiescontestedwithhimforeverystep.Nightmaredidnotbegintodescribeit.SmallwondertheEyriehadneverbeentaken.

           Still,Tyrionhadbeenunabletosilencehimself."Notimpregnable,"hesaid,"merelyinconvenient."

           YoungRobertpointeddown,hishandtrembling."You’realiar.Mother,Iwanttoseehimfly."Twoguardsmeninsky-bluecloaksseizedTyrionbythearms,liftinghimoffhisfloor.

           ThegodsonlyknowwhatmighthavehappenedthenwereitnotforCatelynStark."Sister,"shecalledoutfromwhereshestoodbelowthethrones,"Ibegyoutoremember,thismanismyprisoner.Iwillnothavehimharmed."

           LysaArrynglancedathersistercoollyforamoment,thenroseandsweptdownonTyrion,herlongskirtstrailingafterher.Foraninstanthefearedshewouldstrikehim,butinsteadshecommandedthemtoreleasehim.Hermenshovedhimtothefloor,hislegswentoutfromunderhim,andTyrionfell.

           Hemusthavemadequiteasightashestruggledtohisknees,onlytofeelhisrightlegspasm,sendinghimsprawlingoncemore.LaughterboomedupanddowntheHighHalloftheArryns.

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