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"
I
have
labored
long
to
make
it
so
.
I
am
glad
the
Hand
is
pleased
.
"
Her
voice
was
flowing
amber
,
liquid
with
the
accents
of
the
distant
Summer
Isles
.
"
Titles
can
be
as
dangerous
as
names
,
"
Tyrion
warned
.
"
Show
me
a
few
of
your
girls
.
"
"
It
will
be
my
great
delight
.
You
will
find
that
they
are
all
as
sweet
as
they
are
beautiful
,
and
skilled
in
every
art
of
love
.
"
She
swept
off
gracefully
,
leaving
Tyrion
to
waddle
after
as
best
he
could
on
legs
half
the
length
of
hers
.
From
behind
an
ornate
Myrish
screen
carved
with
flowers
and
fancies
and
dreaming
maidens
,
they
peered
unseen
into
a
common
room
where
an
old
man
was
playing
a
cheerful
air
on
the
pipes
.
In
a
cushioned
alcove
,
a
drunken
Tyroshi
with
a
purple
beard
dandled
a
buxom
young
wench
on
his
knee
.
He
’
d
unlaced
her
bodice
and
was
tilting
his
cup
to
pour
a
thin
trickle
of
wine
over
her
breasts
so
he
might
lap
it
off
.
Two
other
girls
sat
playing
at
tiles
before
a
leaded
glass
window
.
The
freckled
one
wore
a
chain
of
blue
flowers
in
her
honeyed
hair
.
The
other
had
skin
as
smooth
and
black
as
polished
jet
,
wide
dark
eyes
,
small
pointed
breasts
.
They
dressed
in
flowing
silks
cinched
at
the
waist
with
beaded
belts
.
The
sunlight
pouring
through
the
colored
glass
outlined
their
sweet
young
bodies
through
the
thin
cloth
,
and
Tyrion
felt
a
stirring
in
his
groin
.
"
I
would
respectfully
suggest
the
dark
-
skinned
girl
,
"
said
Chataya
.
"
She
’
s
young
.
"
"
She
has
sixteen
years
,
my
lord
.
"
A
good
age
for
Joffrey
,
he
thought
,
remembering
what
Bronn
had
said
.
His
first
had
been
even
younger
.
Tyrion
remembered
how
shy
she
’
d
seemed
as
he
drew
her
dress
up
over
her
head
the
first
time
.
Long
dark
hair
and
blue
eyes
you
could
drown
in
,
and
he
had
.
So
long
ago
.
.
.
What
a
wretched
fool
you
are
,
dwarf
.
"
Does
she
come
from
your
home
lands
,
this
girl
?
"
"
Her
blood
is
the
blood
of
summer
,
my
lord
,
but
my
daughter
was
born
here
in
King
’
s
Landing
.
"
His
surprise
must
have
shown
on
his
face
,
for
Chataya
continued
,
"
My
people
hold
that
there
is
no
shame
to
be
found
in
the
pillow
house
.
In
the
Summer
Isles
,
those
who
are
skilled
at
giving
pleasure
are
greatly
esteemed
.
Many
highborn
youths
and
maidens
serve
for
a
few
years
after
their
flowerings
,
to
honor
the
gods
.
"
"
What
do
the
gods
have
to
do
with
it
?
"
"
The
gods
made
our
bodies
as
well
as
our
souls
,
is
it
not
so
?
They
give
us
voices
,
so
we
might
worship
them
with
song
.
They
give
us
hands
,
so
we
might
build
them
temples
.
And
they
give
us
desire
,
so
we
might
mate
and
worship
them
in
that
way
.
"
