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Tyrion

           "Ifyouaretriedandfoundtobeguiltyofthecrimesforwhichyoustandaccused,thenbytheking’sownlaws,youmustpaywithyourlife’sblood.WekeepnoheadsmanintheEyrie,mylordofLannister.OpentheMoonDoor."

           Thepressofspectatorsparted.Anarrowweirwooddoorstoodbetweentwoslendermarblepillars,acrescentmooncarvedinthewhitewood.Thosestandingclosestedgedbackwardasapairofguardsmenmarchedthrough.Onemanremovedtheheavybronzebars;thesecondpulledthedoorinward.Theirbluecloaksrosesnappingfromtheirshoulders,caughtinthesuddengustofwindthatcamehowlingthroughtheopendoor.Beyondwastheemptinessofthenightsky,speckledwithcolduncaringstars.

           "Beholdtheking’sjustice,"LysaArrynsaid.Torchflamesflutteredlikepennonsalongthewalls,andhereandtheretheoddtorchgutteredout.

           "Lysa,Ithinkthisunwise,"CatelynStarksaidastheblackwindswirledaroundthehall.

           Hersisterignoredher."Youwantatrial,mylordofLannister.Verywell,atrialyoushallhave.Mysonwilllistentowhateveryoucaretosay,andyoushallhearhisjudgment.Thenyoumayleave...byonedoorortheother."

           Shelookedsopleasedwithherself,Tyrionthought,andsmallwonder.Howcouldatrialthreatenher,whenherweaklingsonwasthelordjudge?TyrionglancedatherMoonDoor.Mother,Iwanttoseehimfly!theboyhadsaid.

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