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Tyrion

           

           LordPetyrwasseatedonhiswindowseat,languidandelegantinaplushplum-coloreddoubletandayellowsatincape,oneglovedhandrestingonhisknee."Thekingisfightinghareswithacrossbow,"hesaid."Theharesarewinning.Comesee."

           Tyrionhadtostandonhistoestogetalook.Adeadharelayonthegroundbelow;another,longearstwitching,wasabouttoexpirefromtheboltinhisside.Spentquarrelslaystrewnacrossthehard-packedearthlikestrawsscatteredbyastorm."Now!"Joffshouted.Thegamesmanreleasedtheharehewasholding,andhewentboundingoff.Joffreyjerkedthetriggeronthecrossbow.Theboltmissedbytwofeet.Theharestoodonhishindlegsandtwitchedhisnoseattheking.Cursing,Joffspunthewheeltowinchbackhisstring,buttheanimalwasgonebeforehewasloaded."Another!"Thegamesmanreachedintothehutch.Thisonemadeabrownstreakagainstthestones,whileJoffrey’shurriedshotalmosttookSerPrestoninthegroin.

           Littlefingerturnedaway."Boy,areyoufondofpottedhare?"heaskedPodrickPayne.

           Podstaredatthevisitor’sboots,lovelythingsofred-dyedleatherornamentedwithblackscrollwork."Toeat,mylord?"

           "Investinpots,"Littlefingeradvised."Hareswillsoonoverrunthecastle.We’llbeeatingharethriceaday."

           "Betterthanratsonaskewer,"saidTyrion."Pod,leaveus.

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