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Tyrion

           Nextyou’llbekneeling."

           "Fuckyou,dwarf."

           "That’sShae’stask."TyrionheardLadyTandacallingtohimmerrilyfromthetopoftheserpentinesteps.Pretendingnottonoticeher,hewaddledabitfaster."Seethatmylitterisreadied,I’llbeleavingthecastleassoonasI’mdonehere."TwooftheMoonBrothershadthedoorguard.Tyriongreetedthempleasantly,andgrimacedbeforestartingupthestairs.Theclimbtohisbedchambermadehislegsache.

           Withinhefoundaboyoftwelvelayingoutclothingonthebed;hissquire,suchthathewas.PodrickPaynewassoshyhewasfurtive.Tyrionhadneverquitegottenoverthesuspicionthathisfatherhadinflictedtheboyonhimasajoke.

           "Yourgarb,mylord,"theboymumbledwhenTyrionentered,staringdownathisboots.Evenwhenheworkedupthecouragetospeak,Podcouldneverquitemanagetolookatyou."Fortheaudience.Andyourchain.TheHand’schain."

           "Verygood.Helpmedress."Thedoubletwasblackvelvetcoveredwithgoldenstudsintheshapeoflions’heads,thechainaloopofsolidgoldhands,thefingersofeachclaspingthewristofthenext.Podbroughthimacloakofcrimsonsilkfringedingold,cuttohisheight.Onanormalman,itwouldbenomorethanahalf-cape.

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