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"
Perhaps
.
"
The
Blackfish
smiled
a
dangerous
smile
.
"
He
’
ll
want
something
,
though
.
"
"
He
’
ll
want
what
kings
always
want
,
"
she
said
.
"
Homage
.
"
Janos
Slynt
was
a
butcher
’
s
son
,
and
he
laughed
like
a
man
chopping
meat
.
"
More
wine
?
"
Tyrion
asked
him
.
"
I
should
not
object
,
"
Lord
Janos
said
,
holding
out
his
cup
.
He
was
built
like
a
keg
,
and
had
a
similar
capacity
.
"
I
should
not
object
at
all
.
That
’
s
a
fine
red
.
From
the
Arbor
?
"
"
Dornish
.
"
Tyrion
gestured
,
and
his
serving
man
poured
.
But
for
the
servants
,
he
and
Lord
Janos
were
alone
in
the
Small
Hall
,
at
a
small
candlelit
table
surrounded
by
darkness
.
"
Quite
the
find
.
Dornish
wines
are
not
often
so
rich
.
"
"
Rich
,
"
said
the
big
frog
-
faced
man
,
taking
a
healthy
gulp
.
He
was
not
a
man
for
sipping
,
Janos
Slynt
.
Tyrion
had
made
note
of
that
at
once
.
"
Yes
,
rich
,
that
’
s
the
very
word
I
was
searching
for
,
the
very
word
.
You
have
a
gift
for
words
,
Lord
Tyrion
,
if
I
might
say
so
.
And
you
tell
a
droll
tale
.
Droll
,
yes
.
"
"
I
’
m
pleased
you
think
so
.
.
.
but
I
’
m
not
a
lord
,
as
you
are
.
A
simple
Tyrion
will
suffice
for
me
,
Lord
Janos
.
"
"
As
you
wish
.
"
He
took
another
swallow
,
dribbling
wine
on
the
front
of
his
black
satin
doublet
.
He
was
wearing
a
cloth
-
of
-
gold
half
-
cape
fastened
with
a
miniature
spear
,
its
point
enameled
in
dark
red
.
And
he
was
well
and
truly
drunk
.
Tyrion
covered
his
mouth
and
belched
politely
.
Unlike
Lord
Janos
he
had
gone
easy
on
the
wine
,
but
he
was
very
full
.
The
first
thing
he
had
done
after
taking
up
residence
in
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
was
inquire
after
the
finest
cook
in
the
city
and
take
her
into
his
service
.
This
evening
they
had
supped
on
oxtail
soup
,
summer
greens
tossed
with
pecans
,
grapes
,
red
fennel
,
and
crumbled
cheese
,
hot
crab
pie
,
spiced
squash
,
and
quails
drowned
in
butter
.
Each
dish
had
come
with
its
own
wine
.
Lord
Janos
allowed
that
he
had
never
eaten
half
so
well
.
"
No
doubt
that
will
change
when
you
take
your
seat
in
Harrenhal
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
