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Tyrion

           

           "MysisterCersei,"Tyrionrepeated,ashademorestrongly,incasethefoolhadsomedoubtwhohemeant."TheQueenRegent."

           "Yes."Slynttookaswallow."Astothat,well...thekingcommandedit,m’lord.Thekinghimself."

           "Thekingisthirteen,"Tyrionremindedhim.

           "Still.Heistheking."Slynt’sjowlsquiveredwhenhefrowned."TheLordoftheSevenKingdoms."

           "Well,oneortwoofthem,atleast,"Tyrionsaidwithasoursmile."MightIhavealookatyourspear?"

           "Myspear?"LordJanosblinkedinconfusion.

           Tyrionpointed."Theclaspthatfastensyourcape."

           Hesitantly,LordJanosdrewouttheornamentandhandedittoTyrion.

           "WehavegoldsmithsinLannisportwhodobetterwork,"heopined."Theredenamelbloodisashademuch,ifyoudon’tmindmysaying.Tellme,mylord,didyoudrivethespearintotheman’sbackyourself,ordidyouonlygivethecommand?"

           "Igavethecommand,andI’dgiveitagain.LordStarkwasatraitor."ThebaldspotinthemiddleofSlynt’sheadwasbeet-red,andhiscloth-of-goldcapehadslitheredoffhisshouldersontothefloor."Themantriedtobuyme."

           "Littledreamingthatyouhadalreadybeensold."

           Slyntslammeddownhiswinecup."Areyoudrunk?IfyouthinkIwillsithereandhavemyhonorquestioned..."

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