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Tyrion

           TheKing’sOwnHand.Yet...yourmostgracioussister,ourQueenRegent,she..."

           "...bearsagreatweightuponthoselovelywhiteshouldersofhers.Ihavenowishtoaddtoherburdens.Doyou?"TyrioncockedhisheadandgavetheGrandMaesteraninquiringstare.

           Pycelledroppedhisgazebacktohisfood.SomethingaboutTyrion’smismatchedgreen-and-blackeyesmademensquirm;knowingthat,hemadegooduseofthem."Ah,"theoldmanmutteredintohisplums."Doubtlessyouhavetherightofit,mylord.Itismostconsiderateofyouto...spareherthis...burden."

           "That’sjustthesortoffellowIam."Tyrionreturnedtotheunsatisfactoryporridge."Considerate.Cerseiismyownsweetsister,afterall."

           "Andawoman,tobesure,"GrandMaesterPycellesaid."Amostuncommonwoman,andyet...itisnosmallthing,totendtoallthecaresoftherealm,despitethefrailtyofhersex..."

           Oh,yes,she’safraildove,justaskEddardStark."I’mpleasedyousharemyconcern.AndIthankyouforthehospitalityofyourtable.Butalongdayawaits."Heswunghislegsoutandclambereddownfromhischair."BesogoodastoinformmeatonceshouldwereceiveareplyfromDorne?"

           "Asyousay,mylord."

           "Andonlyme?"

           "Ah...tobesure."Pycelle’sspottedhandwasclutchingathisbeardthewayadrowningmanclutchesforarope.ItmadeTyrion’sheartglad.

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