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Tyrion

           

           TheHand’sprivateaudiencechamberwasnotsolargeastheking’s,norapatchonthevastnessofthethroneroom,butTyrionlikeditsMyrishrugs,wallhangings,andsenseofintimacy.Asheentered,hisstewardcriedout,"TyrionLannister,HandoftheKing."Helikedthattoo.Thegaggleofsmiths,armorers,andironmongersthatBronnhadcollectedfelltotheirknees.

           Hehoistedhimselfupintothehighseatundertheroundgoldenwindowandbidthemrise."Goodmen,Iknowyouareallbusy,soIwillbesuccinct.Pod,ifyouplease."Theboyhandedhimacanvassack.Tyrionyankedthedrawstringandupendedthebag.Itscontentsspilledontotherugwithamuffledthunkofmetalonwool."Ihadthesemadeatthecastleforge.Iwantathousandmorejustlikethem."

           Oneofthesmithsknelttoinspecttheobject:threeimmensesteellinks,twistedtogether."Amightychain."

           "Mighty,butshort,"thedwarfreplied."Somewhatlikeme.Ifancyoneagooddeallonger.Doyouhaveaname?"

           "TheycallmeIronbelly,m’lord."Thesmithwassquatandbroad,plainlydressedinwoolandleather,buthisarmswereasthickasabull’sneck.

           "IwanteveryforgeinKing’sLandingturnedtomakingtheselinksandjoiningthem.Allotherworkistobeputaside.Iwanteverymanwhoknowstheartofworkingmetalsettothistask,behemaster,journeyman,orapprentice.

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