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Tyrion

           "Truekiller?Iconfess,youmakemecurious.Whodoyoupropose?"

           ItwasTyrion’sturntosmile."GiftsIgivemyfriends,freely.LysaArrynwouldneedtounderstandthat."

           "Isitherfriendshipyourequire,orherswords?"

           "Both."

           Littlefingerstrokedtheneatspikeofhisbeard."Lysahaswoesofherown.ClansmenraidingoutoftheMountainsoftheMoon,ingreaternumbersthaneverbefore...andbetterarmed."

           "Distressing,"saidTyrionLannister,whohadarmedthem."Icouldhelpherwiththat.Awordfromme..."

           "Andwhatwouldthiswordcosther?"

           "IwantLadyLysaandhersontoacclaimJoffreyasking,toswearfealty,andto"

           "makewarontheStarksandTullys?"Littlefingershookhishead."There’stheroachinyourpudding,Lannister.LysawillneversendherknightsagainstRiverrun."

           "NorwouldIaskit.Wehavenolackofenemies.I’lluseherpowertoopposeLordRenly,orLordStannis,shouldhestirfromDragonstone.Inreturn,IwillgiveherjusticeforJonArrynandpeaceintheVale.IwillevennamethatappallingchildofhersWardenoftheEast,ashisfatherwasbeforehim."Iwanttoseehimfly,aboy’svoicewhisperedfaintlyinmemory."Andtosealthebargain,Iwillgivehermyniece."

           HehadthepleasureofseeingalookofgenuinesurpriseinPetyrBaelish’sgrey-greeneyes.

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