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Tyrion

           "Please,let’shavenomoretalkoftheToweroftheHand.Youwillbeinthekitchensonlyalittlewhile.Oncewe’redonewithStannis,you’llhaveanothermanse,andsilksassoftasyourhands."

           Shae’seyeshadgrownlargebuthecouldnotreadwhatlaybehindthem."Myhandswon’tbesoftifIcleanovensandscrapeplatesallday.Willyoustillwantthemtouchingyouwhenthey’reallredandrawandcrackedfromhotwaterandlyesoap?"

           "Morethanever,"hesaid."WhenIlookatthem,they’llremindmehowbraveyouwere."

           Hecouldnotsayifshebelievedhim.Sheloweredhereyes."Iamyourstocommand,m’lord."

           Itwasasmuchacceptanceasshecouldgivetonight,hesawthatplainenough.Hekissedhercheekwherehe’dstruckher,totakesomestingfromtheblow."Iwillsendforyou."

           Varyswaswaitinginthestables,aspromised.Hishorselookedspavinedandhalf-dead.Tyrionmountedup;oneofthesellswordsopenedthegates.Theyrodeoutinsilence.WhydidItellheraboutTysha,godshelpme?heaskedhimself,suddenlyafraid.Thereweresomesecretsthatshouldneverbespoken,someshamesamanshouldtaketohisgrave.

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