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Tyrion

           Heflungthetrailingendofthelongfuroverhisrightshoulder,andfeltwarmforthefirsttimeindays."Leadon,SerVardis."

           TheHighHalloftheArrynswasaglowwiththelightoffiftytorches,burninginthesconcesalongthewalls.TheLadyLysaworeblacksilk,withthemoon-and-falconsewnonherbreastinpearls.SinceshedidnotlookthesorttojointheNight’sWatch,Tyrioncouldonlyimaginethatshehaddecidedmourningclotheswereappropriategarbforaconfession.Herlongauburnhair,wovenintoanelaboratebraid,fellacrossherleftshoulder.Thetallerthronebesideherwasempty;nodoubtthelittleLordoftheEyriewasoffshakinginhissleep.Tyrionwasthankfulforthatmuch,atleast.

           Heboweddeeplyandtookamomenttoglancearoundthehall.LadyArrynhadsummonedherknightsandretainerstohearhisconfession,ashehadhoped.HesawSerBryndenTully’scraggyfaceandLordNestorRoyce’sbluffone.BesideNestorstoodayoungermanwithfierceblackside-whiskerswhocouldonlybehisheir,SerAlbar.MostoftheprincipalhousesoftheValewererepresented.TyrionnotedSerLynCorbray,slenderasasword,LordHunterwithhisgoutylegs,thewidowedLadyWaynwoodsurroundedbyhersons.Otherssportedsigilshedidnotknow;brokenlance,greenviper,burningtower,wingedchalice.

           AmongthelordsoftheValewereseveralofhiscompanionsfromthehighroad;SerRodrikCassel,palefromhalf-healedwounds,stoodwithSerWillisWodebesidehim.Marillionthesingerhadfoundanewwoodharp.

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