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Tyrion

           Shagga,cutoffhismanhoodandfeedittothegoats."

           Shaggaheftedthehugedouble-bladedaxe."Therearenogoats,Halfman."

           "Makedo."

           Roaring,Shaggaleaptforward.Pycelleshriekedandwetthebed,urinesprayinginalldirectionsashetriedtoscramblebackoutofreach.Thewildlingcaughthimbytheendofhisbillowywhitebeardandhackedoffthree-quartersofitwithasingleslashoftheaxe.

           "Timett,doyousupposeourfriendwillbemoreforthcomingwithoutthosewhiskerstohidebehind?"Tyrionusedabitofthesheettowipethepissoffhisboots.

           "Hewilltellthetruthsoon."DarknesspooledintheemptypitofTimett’sburnedeye."Icansmellthestinkofhisfear."

           Shaggatossedahandfulofhairdowntotherushes,andseizedwhatbeardwasleft."Holdstill,Maester,"urgedTyrion."WhenShaggagetsangry,hishandsshake."

           "Shagga’shandsnevershake,"thehugemansaidindignantly,pressingthegreatcrescentbladeunderPycelle’squiveringchinandsawingthroughanothertangleofbeard.

           "Howlonghaveyoubeenspyingformysister?"Tyrionasked.

           Pycelle’sbreathingwasrapidandshallow."AllIdid,IdidforHouseLannister."Asheenofsweatcoveredthebroaddomeoftheoldman’sbrow,andwispsofwhitehairclungtohiswrinkledskin."Always...foryears...yourlordfather,askhim,Iwaseverhistrueservant...

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