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Tyrion

           One,hethought.

           Hewaddledoutintothelowerbailey;hisstuntedlegscomplainedofthesteps.Thesunwaswellupnow,andthecastlewasstirring.Guardsmenwalkedthewalls,andknightsandmen-at-armsweretrainingwithbluntedweapons.Nearby,Bronnsatonthelipofawell.Apairofcomelyservinggirlssaunteredpastcarryingawickerbasketofrushesbetweenthem,butthesellswordneverlooked."Bronn,Idespairofyou."Tyriongesturedatthewenches."Withsweetsightslikethatbeforeyou,allyouseeisagaggleofloutsraisingaclangor."

           "ThereareahundredwhorehousesinthiscitywhereaclippedcopperwillbuymeallthecuntIwant,"Bronnanswered,"butonedaymylifemayhangonhowcloseI’vewatchedyourlouts."Hestood."Who’stheboyinthecheckeredbluesurcoatwiththethreeeyesonhisshield?"

           "Somehedgeknight.Tallad,henameshimself.Why?"

           Bronnpushedafallofhairfromhiseyes."He’sthebestofthem.Butwatchhim,hefallsintoarhythm,deliveringthesamestrokesinthesameordereachtimeheattacks."Hegrinned."Thatwillbethedeathofhim,thedayhefacesme."

           "He’spledgedtoJoffrey;he’snotliketofaceyou."Theysetoffacrossthebailey,BronnmatchinghislongstridetoTyrion’sshortone.Thesedaysthesellswordwaslookingalmostrespectable.

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