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Tyrion

           Tyrionhadneverbeenfondofsingers,andhelikedthisoneevenlessthantherunofthebreed,sightunseen.Whenhepushedopenthedoor,themanbrokeoff."MylordHand."Heknelt,baldingandkettle-bellied,murmuring,"Anhonor,anhonor."

           "M’lord."Shaesmiledatthesightofhim.Helikedthatsmile,thequickunthinkingwayitcametoherprettyface.Thegirlworeherpurplesilk,beltedwithacloth-of-silversash.Thecolorsfavoredherdarkhairandthesmoothcreamofherskin.

           "Sweetling,"hecalledher."Andwhoisthis?"

           Thesingerraisedhiseyes."IamcalledSymonSilverTongue,mylord.Aplayer,asinger,ataleteller"

           "Andagreatfool,"Tyrionfinished."Whatdidyoucallme,whenIentered?"

           "Call?Ionly..."ThesilverinSymon’stongueseemedtohaveturnedtolead."MylordHand,Isaid,anhonor..."

           "Awisermanwouldhavepretendednottorecognizeme.NotthatIwouldhavebeenfooled,butyououghttohavetried.WhatamItodowithyounow?YouknowofmysweetShae,youknowwhereshedwells,youknowthatIvisitbynightalone."

           "Iswear,I’lltellnoone..."

           "Onthatmuchweagree.Goodnighttoyou."TyrionledShaeupthestairs.

           "Mysingermayneversingagainnow,"sheteased."You’vescaredthevoicefromhim."

           "Alittlefearwillhelphimreachthosehighnotes."

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