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"
Dwarf
?
"
His
anger
flashed
.
"
You
should
have
stopped
at
Imp
.
I
am
Tyrion
of
House
Lannister
,
and
someday
,
if
you
have
the
sense
the
gods
gave
a
sea
slug
,
you
will
drop
to
your
knees
in
thanks
that
it
was
me
you
had
to
deal
with
,
and
not
my
lord
father
.
Now
,
how
many
sons
do
you
have
?
"
Tyrion
could
see
the
sudden
fear
in
Janos
Slynt
’
s
eyes
.
"
Th
-
three
,
m
’
lord
.
And
a
daughter
.
Please
,
m
’
lord
—
"
"
You
need
not
beg
.
"
He
slid
off
his
chair
.
"
You
have
my
word
,
no
harm
will
come
to
them
.
The
younger
boys
will
be
fostered
out
as
squires
.
If
they
serve
well
and
loyally
,
they
may
be
knights
in
time
.
Let
it
never
be
said
that
House
Lannister
does
not
reward
those
who
serve
it
.
Your
eldest
son
will
inherit
the
title
Lord
Slynt
,
and
this
appalling
sigil
of
yours
.
"
He
kicked
at
the
little
golden
spear
and
sent
it
skittering
across
the
floor
.
"
Lands
will
be
found
for
him
,
and
he
can
build
a
seat
for
himself
.
It
will
not
be
Harrenhal
,
but
it
will
be
sufficient
.
It
will
be
up
to
him
to
make
a
marriage
for
the
girl
.
"
Janos
Slynt
’
s
face
had
gone
from
red
to
white
.
"
Wh
-
what
.
.
.
what
do
you
.
.
.
?
"
His
jowls
were
quivering
like
mounds
of
suet
.
"
What
do
I
mean
to
do
with
you
?
"
Tyrion
let
the
oaf
tremble
for
a
moment
before
he
answered
.
"
The
carrack
Summer
’
s
Dream
sails
on
the
morning
tide
.
Her
master
tells
me
she
will
call
at
Gulltown
,
the
Three
Sisters
,
the
isle
of
Skagos
,
and
Eastwatch
-
by
-
the
-
Sea
.
When
you
see
Lord
Commander
Mormont
,
give
him
my
fond
regards
,
and
tell
him
that
I
have
not
forgotten
the
needs
of
the
Night
’
s
Watch
.
I
wish
you
long
life
and
good
service
,
my
lord
.
"
Once
Janos
Slynt
realized
he
was
not
to
be
summarily
executed
,
color
returned
to
his
face
.
He
thrust
his
jaw
out
.
"
We
will
see
about
this
,
Imp
.
Dwarf
.
Perhaps
it
will
be
you
on
that
ship
,
what
do
you
think
of
that
?
Perhaps
it
will
be
you
on
the
Wall
.
"
He
gave
a
bark
of
anxious
laughter
.
"
You
and
your
threats
,
well
,
we
will
see
.
I
am
the
king
’
s
friend
,
you
know
.
We
shall
hear
what
Joffrey
has
to
say
about
this
.
And
Littlefinger
and
the
queen
,
oh
,
yes
.
Janos
Slynt
has
a
good
many
friends
.
We
will
see
who
goes
sailing
,
I
promise
you
.
Indeed
we
will
.
"
Slynt
spun
on
his
heel
like
the
watchman
he
’
d
once
been
,
and
strode
the
length
of
the
Small
Hall
,
boots
ringing
on
the
stone
.
He
clattered
up
the
steps
,
threw
open
the
door
.
.
.
and
came
face
-
to
-
face
with
a
tall
,
lantern
-
jawed
man
in
black
breastplate
and
gold
cloak
.
Strapped
to
the
stump
of
his
right
wrist
was
an
iron
hand
.
"
Janos
,
"
he
said
,
deep
-
set
eyes
glinting
under
a
prominent
brow
ridge
and
a
shock
of
salt
-
and
-
pepper
hair
.
Six
gold
cloaks
moved
quietly
into
the
Small
Hall
behind
him
as
Janos
Slynt
backed
away
.
"
Lord
Slynt
,
"
Tyrion
called
out
,
"
I
believe
you
know
Ser
Jacelyn
Bywater
,
our
new
Commander
of
the
City
Watch
.
"
"
We
have
a
litter
waiting
for
you
,
my
lord
,
"
Ser
Jacelyn
told
Slynt
.
"
The
docks
are
dark
and
distant
,
and
the
streets
are
not
safe
by
night
.
Men
.
"
