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Tyrion

           

           Tyriondraggedthesoftblanketoffthebed,uncoveringGrandMaesterPycellebeneath."Tellme,doestheCitadelapproveofyoubeddingtheservingwenches,Maester?"

           Theoldmanwasasnakedasthegirl,thoughhemadeamarkedlylessattractivesight.Foronce,hisheavy-liddedeyeswereopenwide."W-whatisthemeaningofthis?Iamanoldman,yourloyalservant..."

           Tyrionhoistedhimselfontothebed."SoloyalthatyousentonlyoneofmyletterstoDoranMartell.Theotheryougavetomysister."

           "N-no,"squealedPycelle."No,afalsehood,Iswearit,itwasnotme.Varys,itwasVarys,theSpider,Iwarnedyou"

           "Doallmaestersliesopoorly?ItoldVarysthatIwasgivingPrinceDoranmynephewTommentofoster.ItoldLittlefingerthatIplannedtowedMyrcellatoLordRobertoftheEyrie.ItoldnoonethatIhadofferedMyrcellatotheDornish...thattruthwasonlyintheletterIentrustedtoyou."

           Pycelleclutchedforacorneroftheblanket."Birdsarelost,messagesstolenorsold...itwasVarys,therearethingsImighttellyouofthateunuchthatwouldchillyourblood..."

           "Myladyprefersmybloodhot."

           "Makenomistake,foreverysecrettheeunuchwhispersinyourear,heholdssevenback.AndLittlefinger,thatone..."

           "IknowallaboutLordPetyr.He’salmostasuntrustworthyasyou.

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