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Tyrion

           "WhatdoyoudowhileI’mgone?"

           Sheraisedherarmsandstretchedlikesomesleekblackcat."Sleep.Iammuchbetterrestedsinceyoubegantovisitus,mylord.AndMareiisteachingustoread,perhapssoonIwillbeabletopassthetimewithabook."

           "Sleepisgood,"hesaid."Andbooksarebetter."Hegaveheraquickkissonthecheek.Thenitwasdowntheshaftandthroughthetunnel.

           Asheleftthestableonhispiebaldgelding,Tyrionheardthesoundofmusicdriftingovertherooftops.Itwaspleasanttothinkthatmenstillsang,eveninthemidstofbutcheryandfamine.Rememberednotesfilledhishead,andforamomenthecouldalmosthearTyshaasshe’dsungtohimhalfalifetimeago.Hereineduptolisten.Thetunewaswrong,thewordstoofainttohear.Adifferentsongthen,andwhynot?HissweetinnocentTyshahadbeenaliestarttofinish,onlyawhorehisbrotherJaimehadhiredtomakehimaman.

           I’mfreeofTyshanow,hethought.She’shauntedmehalfmylife,butIdon’tneedheranymore,nomorethanIneedAlayayaorDancyorMarei,orthehundredslikethemI’vebeddedwithovertheyears.IhaveShaenow.Shae.

           Thegatesofthemansewereclosedandbarred.Tyrionpoundeduntiltheornatebronzeeyeclackedopen."It’sme."ThemanwhoadmittedhimwasoneofVarys’sprettierfinds,aBraavosidaggermanwithaharelipandalazyeye.

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