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Tyrion

           

           Eighteen,Tyrionthought.Eighteen,andawhore,butquickofwit,nimbleasacatbetweenthesheets,withlargedarkeyesandfineblackhairandasweet,soft,hungrylittlemouth...andmine!Damnyou,eunuch."IfearI’mtheintruder,LordVarys,"hesaidwithforcedcourtesy."WhenIcamein,youwereinthemidstofsomemerriment."

           "M’lordVaryscomplimentedChellaonherearsandsaidshemusthavekilledmanymentohavesuchafinenecklace,"Shaeexplained.ItgratedonhimtohearhercallVarysm’lordinthattone;thatwaswhatshecalledhimintheirpillowplay."AndChellatoldhimonlycowardskillthevanquished."

           "Bravertoleavethemanalive,withachancetocleansehisshamebywinningbackhisear,"explainedChella,asmalldarkwomanwhosegrislyneckwarewashungwithnolessthanforty-sixdried,wrinkledears.Tyrionhadcountedthemonce."Onlysocanyouproveyoudonotfearyourenemies."

           Shaehooted."Andthenm’lordsaysifhewasaBlackEarhe’dneversleep,fordreamsofone-earedmen."

           "AproblemIwillneverneedface,"Tyrionsaid."I’mterrifiedofmyenemies,soIkillthemall."

           Varysgiggled."Willyoutakesomewinewithus,mylord?"

           "I’lltakesomewine."TyrionseatedhimselfbesideShae.Heunderstoodwhatwashappeninghere,ifChellaandthegirldidnot.Varyswasdeliveringamessage.

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