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Tyrion

           "Drinktoourunderstanding.Ipromise,therearenoboarsinthecastlethatIknowof."Lancelliftedthecupanddrank,albeitstiffly."Smile,cousin.Mysisterisabeautifulwoman,andit’sallforthegoodoftherealm.Youcoulddowelloutofthis.Knighthoodisnothing.Ifyou’reclever,you’llhavealordshipfrommebeforeyou’redone."Tyrionswirledthewineinhiscup."WewantCerseitohaveeveryfaithinyou.GobackandtellherIbegherforgiveness.Tellherthatyoufrightenedme,thatIwantnoconflictbetweenus,thathenceforthIshalldonothingwithoutherconsent."

           "But...herdemands..."

           "Oh,I’llgiveherPycelle."

           "Youwill?"Lancelseemedastonished.

           Tyrionsmiled."I’llreleasehimonthemorrow.IcouldswearthatIhadn’tharmedahaironhishead,butitwouldn’tbestrictlytrue.Inanycase,he’swellenough,thoughIwon’tvouchforhisvigor.Theblackcellsarenotahealthyplaceforamanhisage.CerseicankeephimasapetorsendhimtotheWall,Idon’tcarewhich,butIwon’thavehimonthecouncil."

           "AndSerJacelyn?"

           "Tellmysisteryoubelieveyoucanwinhimawayfromme,giventime.Thatoughttocontentherforawhile."

           "Asyousay."Lancelfinishedhiswine.

           "Onelastthing.WithKingRobertdead,itwouldbemostembarrassingshouldhisgrievingwidowsuddenlygrowgreatwithchild."

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