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Tyrion

           

           "Aprudentmeasure,"saidGrandMaesterPycelle,hischainofofficeclinkingashenodded.

           "Afolly,"sighedTyrion."Whenyoutearoutaman’stongue,youarenotprovinghimaliar,you’reonlytellingtheworldthatyoufearwhathemightsay."

           "Sowhatwouldyouhaveusdo?"hissisterdemanded.

           "Verylittle.Letthemwhisper,they’llgrowboredwiththetalesoonenough.Anymanwithathimbleofsensewillseeitforaclumsyattempttojustifyusurpingthecrown.DoesStannisofferproof?Howcouldhe,whenitneverhappened?"Tyriongavehissisterhissweetestsmile.

           "That’sso,"shehadtosay."Still..."

           "YourGrace,yourbrotherhastherightofthis."PetyrBaelishsteepledhisfingers."Ifweattempttosilencethistalk,weonlylenditcredence.Bettertotreatitwithcontempt,likethepatheticlieitis.Andmeantime,fightfirewithfire."

           Cerseigavehimameasuringlook."Whatsortoffire?"

           "Ataleofsomewhatthesamenature,perhaps.Butmoreeasilybelieved.LordStannishasspentmostofhismarriageapartfromhiswife.NotthatIfaulthim,I’ddothesamewereImarriedtoLadySelyse.Nonetheless,ifweputitaboutthatherdaughterisbasebornandStannisacuckold,well...thesmallfolkarealwayseagertobelievetheworstoftheirlords,particularlythoseasstern,sour,andpricklyproudasStannisBaratheon."

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