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Tyrion

           MaesterBallabarbobbedhisheadandhurriedout.Tyrioncouldfeelthestrengthseepingoutofhimashewaited.Hewonderedhowlonghehadbeenhere,asleep.Cerseiwouldhavemesleepforever,butIwon’tbesoobliging.

           PodrickPayneenteredthebedchambertimidasamouse."Mylord?"Hecreptclosetothebed.Howcanaboysoboldinbattlebesofrightenedinasickroom?Tyrionwondered."Imeanttostaybyyou,butthemaestersentmeaway."

           "Sendhimaway.Hearme.Talk’shard.Needdreamwine.Dreamwine,notmilkofthepoppy.GotoFrenken.Frenken,notBallabar.Watchhimmakeit.Bringithere."PodstoleaglanceatTyrion’sface,andjustasquicklyavertedhiseyes.Well,Icannotblamehimforthat."Iwant,"Tyrionwenton,"mineown.Guard.Bronn.Where’sBronn?"

           "Theymadehimaknight."

           Evenfrowninghurt."Findhim.Bringhim."

           "Asyousay.Mylord.Bronn."

           Tyrionseizedthelad’swrist."SerMandon?"

           Theboyflinched."In-nevermeanttok-k-k-k"

           "Dead?You’re,certain?Dead?"

           Heshuffledhisfeet,sheepish."Drowned."

           "Good.Saynothing.Ofhim.Ofme.Anyofit.Nothing."

           Bythetimehissquireleft,thelastofTyrion’sstrengthwasgoneaswell.Helaybackandclosedhiseyes.PerhapshewoulddreamofTyshaagain

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