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Cersei
smiled
the
sort
of
smile
she
customarily
reserved
for
Jaime
.
"
Lord
Petyr
,
you
are
a
wicked
creature
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Your
Grace
.
"
"
And
a
most
accomplished
liar
,
"
Tyrion
added
,
less
warmly
.
This
one
is
more
dangerous
than
I
knew
,
he
reflected
.
Littlefinger
’
s
grey
-
green
eyes
met
the
dwarf
’
s
mismatched
stare
with
no
hint
of
unease
.
"
We
all
have
our
gifts
,
my
lord
.
"
The
queen
was
too
caught
up
in
her
revenge
to
take
note
of
the
exchange
.
"
Cuckolded
by
a
halfwit
fool
!
Stannis
will
be
laughed
at
in
every
winesink
this
side
of
the
narrow
sea
.
"
"
The
story
should
not
come
from
us
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
"
or
it
will
be
seen
for
a
self
-
serving
lie
.
"
Which
it
is
,
to
be
sure
.
Once
more
Littlefinger
supplied
the
answer
.
"
Whores
love
to
gossip
,
and
as
it
happens
I
own
a
brothel
or
three
.
And
no
doubt
Varys
can
plant
seeds
in
the
alehouses
and
pot
-
shops
.
"
"
Varys
,
"
Cersei
said
,
frowning
.
"
Where
is
Varys
?
"
"
I
have
been
wondering
about
that
myself
,
Your
Grace
.
"
"
The
Spider
spins
his
secret
webs
day
and
night
,
"
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
said
ominously
.
"
I
mistrust
that
one
,
my
lords
.
"
