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Tyrion

           

           Thesellswordwasnotlonginappearing."Whopissedinyoursoup?"hedemanded.

           "Cersei,asever.You’dthinkI’dbeusedtothetastebynow,butnevermind.MygentlesisterseemstohavemistakenmeforNedStark."

           "Ihearhewastaller."

           "NotafterJofftookoffhishead.Yououghttohavedressedmorewarmly,thenightischill."

           "Arewegoingsomewhere?"

           "Areallsellswordsascleverasyou?"

           Thecitystreetsweredangerous,butwithBronnbesidehimTyrionfeltsafeenough.Theguardslethimoutaposterngateinthenorthwall,andtheyrodedownShadowblackLanetothefootofAegon’sHighHill,andthenceontoPigrunAlley,pastrowsofshutteredwindowsandtalltimber-and-stonebuildingswhoseupperstoriesleanedoutsofaroverthestreettheyalmostkissed.Themoonseemedtofollowthemastheywent,playingpeek-and-sneakamongthechimneys.Theyencounterednoonebutaloneoldcrone,carryingadeadcatbythetail.Shegavethemafearfullook,asifshewereafraidtheymighttrytostealherdinner,andslunkoffintotheshadowswithoutaword.

           Despitethehour,thebrothelwascrowded.Chatayagreetedthempleasantlyandescortedthemtothecommonroom.Bronnwentupstairswithadark-eyedgirlfromDorne,butAlayayawasbusyentertaining."Shewillbesopleasedtoknowyou’vecome,"saidChataya."Iwillseethattheturretroomismadereadyforyou.

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