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Tyrion

           Intruth,Jaime’sarmorwasgildedsteel,butthisoafwouldneverknowthedifference.

           Mordfingeredhisstrapthoughtfully,butintheend,herelentedandwenttofetchpaperandink.Whentheletterwaswritten,thegaolerfrownedatitsuspiciously."Nowdelivermymessage,"Tyrionurged.

           Hewasshiveringinhissleepwhentheycameforhim,latethatnight.Mordopenedthedoorbutkepthissilence.SerVardisEgenwokeTyrionwiththepointofhisboot."Onyourfeet,Imp.Myladywantstoseeyou."

           Tyrionrubbedthesleepfromhiseyesandputonagrimacehescarcelyfelt."Nodoubtshedoes,butwhatmakesyouthinkIwishtoseeher?"

           SerVardisfrowned.TyrionrememberedhimwellfromtheyearshehadspentatKing’sLandingasthecaptainoftheHand’shouseholdguard.Asquare,plainface,silverhair,aheavybuild,andnohumorwhatsoever."Yourwishesarenotmyconcern.Onyourfeet,orI’llhaveyoucarried."

           Tyrionclamberedawkwardlytohisfeet."Acoldnight,"hesaidcasually,"andtheHighHallissodrafty.Idon’twishtocatchachill.Mord,ifyouwouldbesogood,fetchmycloak."

           Thegaolersquintedathim,facedullwithsuspicion.

           "Mycloak,"Tyrionrepeated."Theshadowskinyoutookfrommeforsafekeeping.Yourecall."

           "Gethimthedamnablecloak,"SerVardissaid.

           Morddidnotdaregrumble.HegaveTyrionaglarethatpromisedfutureretribution,yethewentforthecloak.Whenhedrapeditaroundhisprisoner’sneck,Tyrionsmiled."Mythanks.IshallthinkofyouwheneverIwearit."

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