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Tyrion

           "AsrichastheLannisters,"hewheezed."That’swhattheysay,Mord"

           Mordgrunted.ThestrapwhistledthroughtheairandsmashedTyrionfullintheface.Thepainwassobadhedidnotrememberfalling,butwhenheopenedhiseyesagainhewasonthefloorofhiscell.Hisearwasringing,andhismouthwasfullofblood.Hegropedforpurchase,topushhimselfup,andhisfingersbrushedagainst...nothing.Tyrionsnatchedhishandbackasfastasifithadbeenscalded,andtriedhisbesttostopbreathing.Hehadfallenrightontheedge,inchesfromtheblue.

           "Moretosay?"Mordheldthestrapbetweenhisfistsandgaveitasharppull.ThesnapmadeTyrionjump.Theturnkeylaughed.

           Hewon’tpushmeover,Tyriontoldhimselfdesperatelyashecrawledawayfromtheedge.CatelynStarkwantsmealive,hedoesn’tdarekillme.Hewipedthebloodoffhislipswiththebackofhishand,grinned,andsaid,"Thatwasastiffone,Mord."Thegaolersquintedathim,tryingtodecideifhewasbeingmocked."Icouldmakegooduseofastrongmanlikeyou."Thestrapflewathim,butthistimeTyrionwasabletocringeawayfromit.Hetookaglancingblowtotheshoulder,nothingmore."Gold,"herepeated,scramblingbackwardlikeacrab,"moregoldthanyou’llseehereinalifetime.Enoughtobuyland,women,horses...youcouldbealord.LordMord."Tyrionhawkedupaglobofbloodandphlegmandspatitoutintothesky.

           "Isnogold,"Mordsaid.

           He’slistening!Tyrionthought.

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