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"
Fuck
you
,
dwarf
.
"
"
That
’
s
Shae
’
s
task
.
"
Tyrion
heard
Lady
Tanda
calling
to
him
merrily
from
the
top
of
the
serpentine
steps
.
Pretending
not
to
notice
her
,
he
waddled
a
bit
faster
.
"
See
that
my
litter
is
readied
,
I
’
ll
be
leaving
the
castle
as
soon
as
I
’
m
done
here
.
"
Two
of
the
Moon
Brothers
had
the
door
guard
.
Tyrion
greeted
them
pleasantly
,
and
grimaced
before
starting
up
the
stairs
.
The
climb
to
his
bedchamber
made
his
legs
ache
.
Within
he
found
a
boy
of
twelve
laying
out
clothing
on
the
bed
;
his
squire
,
such
that
he
was
.
Podrick
Payne
was
so
shy
he
was
furtive
.
Tyrion
had
never
quite
gotten
over
the
suspicion
that
his
father
had
inflicted
the
boy
on
him
as
a
joke
.
"
Your
garb
,
my
lord
,
"
the
boy
mumbled
when
Tyrion
entered
,
staring
down
at
his
boots
.
Even
when
he
worked
up
the
courage
to
speak
,
Pod
could
never
quite
manage
to
look
at
you
.
"
For
the
audience
.
And
your
chain
.
The
Hand
’
s
chain
.
"
"
Very
good
.
Help
me
dress
.
"
The
doublet
was
black
velvet
covered
with
golden
studs
in
the
shape
of
lions
’
heads
,
the
chain
a
loop
of
solid
gold
hands
,
the
fingers
of
each
clasping
the
wrist
of
the
next
.
Pod
brought
him
a
cloak
of
crimson
silk
fringed
in
gold
,
cut
to
his
height
.
On
a
normal
man
,
it
would
be
no
more
than
a
half
-
cape
.
The
Hand
’
s
private
audience
chamber
was
not
so
large
as
the
king
’
s
,
nor
a
patch
on
the
vastness
of
the
throne
room
,
but
Tyrion
liked
its
Myrish
rugs
,
wall
hangings
,
and
sense
of
intimacy
.
As
he
entered
,
his
steward
cried
out
,
"
Tyrion
Lannister
,
Hand
of
the
King
.
"
He
liked
that
too
.
The
gaggle
of
smiths
,
armorers
,
and
ironmongers
that
Bronn
had
collected
fell
to
their
knees
.
He
hoisted
himself
up
into
the
high
seat
under
the
round
golden
window
and
bid
them
rise
.
"
Goodmen
,
I
know
you
are
all
busy
,
so
I
will
be
succinct
.
Pod
,
if
you
please
.
"
The
boy
handed
him
a
canvas
sack
.
Tyrion
yanked
the
drawstring
and
upended
the
bag
.
Its
contents
spilled
onto
the
rug
with
a
muffled
thunk
of
metal
on
wool
.
"
I
had
these
made
at
the
castle
forge
.
I
want
a
thousand
more
just
like
them
.
"
One
of
the
smiths
knelt
to
inspect
the
object
:
three
immense
steel
links
,
twisted
together
.
"
A
mighty
chain
.
"
"
Mighty
,
but
short
,
"
the
dwarf
replied
.
"
Somewhat
like
me
.
I
fancy
one
a
good
deal
longer
.
Do
you
have
a
name
?
"
"
They
call
me
Ironbelly
,
m
’
lord
.
"
The
smith
was
squat
and
broad
,
plainly
dressed
in
wool
and
leather
,
but
his
arms
were
as
thick
as
a
bull
’
s
neck
.
