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Tyrion

           Hedreamedhissisterwasstandingoverhisbed,withtheirlordfatherbesideher,frowning.Ithadtobeadream,sinceLordTywinwasathousandleaguesaway,fightingRobbStarkinthewest.Otherscameandwentaswell.Varyslookeddownonhimandsighed,butLittlefingermadeaquip.Bloodytreacherousbastard,Tyrionthoughtvenomously,wesentyoutoBitterbridgeandyounevercameback.Sometimeshecouldhearthemtalkingtooneanother,buthedidnotunderstandthewords.Theirvoicesbuzzedinhisearslikewaspsmuffledinthickfelt.

           Hewantedtoaskifthey’dwonthebattle.Wemusthave,elseI’dbeaheadonaspikesomewhere.IfIlive,wewon.Hedidnotknowwhatpleasedhimmore:thevictory,orthefacthehadbeenabletoreasonitout.Hiswitswerecomingbacktohim,howeverslowly.Thatwasgood.Hiswitswereallhehad.

           Thenexttimehewoke,thedraperieshadbeenpulledback,andPodrickPaynestoodoverhimwithacandle.WhenhesawTyrionopenhiseyesheranoff.No,don’tgo,helpme,help,hetriedtocall,butthebesthecoulddowasamuffledmoan.Ihavenomouth.Heraisedahandtohisface,hiseverymovementpainedandfumbling.Hisfingersfoundstiffclothwheretheyshouldhavefoundflesh,lips,teeth.Linen.Thelowerhalfofhisfacewasbandagedtightly,amaskofhardenedplasterwithholesforbreathingandfeeding.

           AshortwhilelaterPodreappeared.Thistimeastrangerwaswithhim,amaesterchainedandrobed.

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