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Tyrion

           

           "Whathonoristhat?Idoadmit,youmadeabetterbargainthanSerJacelyn.Alordshipandacastleforaspearthrustintheback,andyoudidn’tevenneedtothrustthespear."HetossedthegoldenornamentbacktoJanosSlynt.Itbouncedoffhischestandclatteredtothefloorasthemanrose.

           "Imislikethetoneofyourvoice,myloImp.IamtheLordofHarrenhalandamemberoftheking’scouncil,whoareyoutochastisemelikethis?"

           Tyrioncockedhisheadsideways."IthinkyouknowquitewellwhoIam.Howmanysonsdoyouhave?"

           "Whataremysonstoyou,dwarf?"

           "Dwarf?"Hisangerflashed."YoushouldhavestoppedatImp.IamTyrionofHouseLannister,andsomeday,ifyouhavethesensethegodsgaveaseaslug,youwilldroptoyourkneesinthanksthatitwasmeyouhadtodealwith,andnotmylordfather.Now,howmanysonsdoyouhave?"

           TyrioncouldseethesuddenfearinJanosSlynt’seyes."Th-three,m’lord.Andadaughter.Please,m’lord"

           "Youneednotbeg."Heslidoffhischair."Youhavemyword,noharmwillcometothem.Theyoungerboyswillbefosteredoutassquires.Iftheyservewellandloyally,theymaybeknightsintime.LetitneverbesaidthatHouseLannisterdoesnotrewardthosewhoserveit.YoureldestsonwillinheritthetitleLordSlynt,andthisappallingsigilofyours."

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