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As
the
gold
cloaks
ushered
out
their
onetime
commander
,
Tyrion
called
Ser
Jacelyn
to
his
side
and
handed
him
a
roll
of
parchment
.
"
It
’
s
a
long
voyage
,
and
Lord
Slynt
will
want
for
company
.
See
that
these
six
join
him
on
the
Summer
’
s
Dream
.
"
Bywater
glanced
over
the
names
and
smiled
.
"
As
you
will
.
"
"
There
’
s
one
,
"
Tyrion
said
quietly
.
"
Deem
.
Tell
the
captain
it
would
not
be
taken
amiss
if
that
one
should
happen
to
be
swept
overboard
before
they
reach
Eastwatch
.
"
"
I
’
m
told
those
northern
waters
are
very
stormy
,
my
lord
.
"
Ser
Jacelyn
bowed
and
took
his
leave
,
his
cloak
rippling
behind
him
.
He
trod
on
Slynt
’
s
cloth
-
of
-
gold
cape
on
his
way
.
Tyrion
sat
alone
,
sipping
at
what
remained
of
the
fine
sweet
Dornish
wine
.
Servants
came
and
went
,
clearing
the
dishes
from
the
table
.
He
told
them
to
leave
the
wine
.
When
they
were
done
,
Varys
came
gliding
into
the
hall
,
wearing
flowing
lavender
robes
that
matched
his
smell
.
"
Oh
sweetly
done
,
my
good
lord
.
"
"
Then
why
do
I
have
this
bitter
taste
in
my
mouth
?
"
He
pressed
his
fingers
into
his
temples
.
"
I
told
them
to
throw
Allar
Deem
into
the
sea
.
I
am
sorely
tempted
to
do
the
same
with
you
.
"
"
You
might
be
disappointed
by
the
result
,
"
Varys
replied
.
"
The
storms
come
and
go
,
the
waves
crash
overhead
,
the
big
fish
eat
the
little
fish
,
and
I
keep
on
paddling
.
Might
I
trouble
you
for
a
taste
of
the
wine
that
Lord
Slynt
enjoyed
so
much
?
"
Tyrion
waved
at
the
flagon
,
frowning
.
Varys
filled
a
cup
.
"
Ah
.
Sweet
as
summer
.
"
He
took
another
sip
.
"
I
hear
the
grapes
singing
on
my
tongue
.
"
