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Tyrion

           

           Fortunatelythissoftpinkmanwasnotoneofhissister’sbravercreatures.Afteramomenthefeltcoolaironhischeeks.Therewaspainaswell,buthedidhisbesttoignorethat.Themaesterdiscardedthebandages,stillcrustywithpotion."Bestillnow,Imustwashoutthewound."Histouchwasgentle,thewaterwarmandsoothing.Thewound,Tyrionthought,rememberingasuddenflashofbrightsilverthatseemedtopassjustbelowhiseyes."Thisisliketostingsome,"themaesterwarnedashewetaclothwithwinethatsmelledofcrushedherbs.Itdidmorethansting.IttracedalineoffireallthewayacrossTyrion’sface,andtwistedaburningpokeruphisnose.Hisfingersclawedthebedclothesandhesuckedinhisbreath,butsomehowhemanagednottoscream.Themaesterwascluckinglikeanoldhen."Itwouldhavebeenwisertoleavethemaskinplaceuntilthefleshhadknit,mylord.Still,itlooksclean,good,good.Whenwefoundyoudowninthatcellaramongthedeadanddying,yourwoundswerefilthy.Oneofyourribswasbroken,doubtlessyoucanfeelit,theblowofsomemaceperhaps,orafall,it’shardtosay.Andyoutookanarrowinthearm,therewhereitjoinstheshoulder.Itshowedsignsofmortification,andforatimeIfearedyoumightlosethelimb,butwetreateditwithboilingwineandmaggots,andnowitseemstobehealingclean..."

           "Name,"Tyrionbreathedupathim."Name."

           Themaesterblinked."Why,youareTyrionLannister,mylord.

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