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Tyrion

           Fourhairsonhislipandhethinkshe’saman."

           "Fourhairsandaknighthood.He’sSerLancelnow,neverforget."TyrionknewthatSerJacelynwouldnotsendforhimunlessthematterwasofimport."I’dbestseewhatBywaterwants.InformmysisterthatIwillattendheronmyreturn."

           "Shewon’tlikethat,"Bronnwarned.

           "Good.ThelongerCerseiwaits,theangriershe’llbecome,andangermakesherstupid.Imuchpreferangryandstupidtocomposedandcunning."Tyriontossedhisfoldedcloakintohislitter,andTimetthelpedhimupafterit.

           ThemarketsquareinsidetheGateoftheGods,whichinnormaltimeswouldhavebeenthrongedwithfarmerssellingvegetables,wasnear-desertedwhenTyrioncrossedit.SerJacelynmethimatthegate,andraisedhisironhandinbrusquesalute."Mylord.YourcousinCleosFreyishere,comefromRiverrununderapeacebannerwithaletterfromRobbStark."

           "Peaceterms?"

           "Sohesays."

           "Sweetcousin.Showmetohim."

           ThegoldcloakshadconfinedSerCleostoawindowlessguardroominthegatehouse.Herosewhentheyentered."Tyrion,youareamostwelcomesight."

           "That’snotsomethingIhearoften,cousin."

           "HasCerseicomewithyou?"

           "Mysisterisotherwiseoccupied.IsthisStark’sletter?"Hepluckeditoffthetable."SerJacelyn,youmayleaveus."

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