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Tyrion

           hisarm..."Hereyeswidenedandsheputahandoverhermouth."Hecutoffhisarm."

           Cleganeliftedhertotheground.Hiswhitecloakwastornandstained,andbloodseepedthroughajaggedtearinhisleftsleeve."Thelittlebird’sbleeding.Someonetakeherbacktohercageandseetothatcut."MaesterFrenkenscurriedforwardtoobey."TheydidforSantagar,"theHoundcontinued."Fourmenheldhimdownandtookturnsbashingathisheadwithacobblestone.Iguttedone,notthatitdidSerAronmuchgood."

           LadyTandaapproachedhim."Mydaughter"

           "Neversawher."TheHoundglancedaroundtheyard,scowling."Where’smyhorse?Ifanything’shappenedtothathorse,someone’sgoingtopay."

           "Hewasrunningwithusforatime,"Tyrionsaid,"butIdon’tknowwhatbecameofhimafterthat."

           "Fire!"avoicescreameddownfromatopthebarbican."Mylords,there’ssmokeinthecity.FleaBottom’safire."

           Tyrionwasunutterablyweary,buttherewasnotimefordespair."Bronn,takeasmanymenasyouneedandseethatthewaterwagonsarenotmolested,"Godsbegood,thewildfire,ifanyblazeshouldreachthat..."WecanloseallofFleaBottomifwemust,butonnoaccountmustthefirereachtheGuildhalloftheAlchemists,isthatunderstood?Clegane,you’llgowithhim."

           Forhalfaheartbeat,TyrionthoughtheglimpsedfearintheHound’sdarkeyes.

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