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Tyrion

           "ForallIknow,you’vekilledheralready,"hesaid.

           "Wouldyouliketoseeher?Ithoughtyoumight."Cerseicrossedtheroomandthrewopentheheavyoakendoor."Bringinmybrother’swhore."

           SerOsmund’sbrothersOsneyandOsfrydwerepeasfromthesamepod,tallmenwithhookednoses,darkhair,andcruelsmiles.Shehungbetweenthem,eyeswideandwhiteinherdarkface.Bloodtrickledfromherbrokenlip,andhecouldseebruisesthroughhertornclothing.Herhandswereboundwithrope,andthey’dgaggedhersoshecouldnotspeak.

           "Yousaidshewouldn’tbehurt."

           "Shefought."Unlikehisbrothers,OsneyKettleblackwasclean-shaven,sothescratchesshowedplainlyonhisbarecheeks."Gotclawslikeashadowcat,thisone."

           "Bruisesheal,"saidCerseiinaboredtone."Thewhorewilllive.SolongasJoffdoes."

           Tyrionwantedtolaughather.Itwouldhavebeensosweet,soveryverysweet,butitwouldhavegiventhegameaway.You’velost,Cersei,andtheKettleblacksareevenbiggerfoolsthanBronnclaimed.Allheneededtodowassaythewords.

           Insteadhelookedatthegirl’sfaceandsaid,"Youswearyou’llreleaseherafterthebattle?"

           "IfyoureleaseTommen,yes."

           Hepushedhimselftohisfeet."Keepherthen,butkeephersafe.Iftheseanimalsthinktheycanuseher...

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