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Tyrion

           Behindherstoodoneofthebeggingbrothers,aportlymaninfilthypatchedrobes,hisbarefeetcrustywithdirt,abowlhungabouthisneckonaleatherthongwhereaseptonwouldhavewornacrystal.Thesmellofhimwouldhavegaggedarat.

           "LordVaryshascometoseeyou,"Shaeannounced.

           Thebeggingbrotherblinkedather,astonished.Tyrionlaughed."Tobesure.HowisityouknewhimwhenIdidnot?"

           Sheshrugged."It’sstillhim.Onlydresseddifferent."

           "Adifferentlook,adifferentsmell,adifferentwayofwalking,"saidTyrion."Mostmenwouldbedeceived."

           "Andmostwomen,maybe.Butnotwhores.Awhorelearnstoseetheman,nothisgarb,orsheturnsupdeadinanalley."

           Varyslookedpained,andnotbecauseofthefalsescabsonhisfeet.Tyrionchuckled."Shae,wouldyoubringussomewine?"Hemightneedadrink.Whateverbroughttheeunuchhereinthedeadofnightwasnotliketobegood.

           "IalmostfeartotellyouwhyI’vecome,mylord,"VaryssaidwhenShaehadleftthem."Ibringdiretidings."

           "Yououghttodressinblackfeathers,Varys,you’reasbadanomenasanyraven."Awkwardly,Tyrionpushedtohisfeet,halfafraidtoaskthenextquestion."IsitJaime?"Iftheyhaveharmedhim,nothingwillsavethem.

           "No,mylord.Adifferentmatter.SerCortnayPenroseisdead.

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