Tyrion

           "ThequeenintendstosendPrinceTommenaway."Theykneltaloneinthehusheddimnessofthesept,surroundedbyshadowsandflickeringcandles,butevensoLancelkepthisvoicelow."LordGyleswilltakehimtoRosby,andconcealhimthereintheguiseofapage.Theyplantodarkenhishairandtelleveryonethatheisthesonofahedgeknight."

           "Isitthemobshefears?Orme?"

           "Both,"saidLancel.

           "Ah."Tyrionhadknownnothingofthisploy.HadVarys’slittlebirdsfailedhimforonce?Evenspidersmustnod,hesupposed...orwastheeunuchplayingadeeperandmoresubtlegamethanheknew?"Youhavemythanks,ser."

           "WillyougrantmetheboonIaskedofyou?"

           "Perhaps."Lancelwantedhisowncommandinthenextbattle.Asplendidwaytodiebeforehefinishedgrowingthatmustache,butyoungknightsalwaysthinkthemselvesinvincible.

           Tyrionlingeredafterhiscousinhadslippedaway.AttheWarrior’saltar,heusedonecandletolightanother.Watchovermybrother,youbloodybastard,he’soneofyours.HelitasecondcandletotheStranger,forhimself.

           Thatnight,whentheRedKeepwasdark,Bronnarrivedtofindhimsealingaletter."TakethistoSerJacelynBywater."Thedwarfdribbledhotgoldenwaxdownontotheparchment.

           "Whatdoesitsay?"Bronncouldnotread,soheaskedimpudentquestions.

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