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"
And
only
me
?
"
"
Ah
.
.
.
to
be
sure
.
"
Pycelle
’
s
spotted
hand
was
clutching
at
his
beard
the
way
a
drowning
man
clutches
for
a
rope
.
It
made
Tyrion
’
s
heart
glad
.
One
,
he
thought
.
He
waddled
out
into
the
lower
bailey
;
his
stunted
legs
complained
of
the
steps
.
The
sun
was
well
up
now
,
and
the
castle
was
stirring
.
Guardsmen
walked
the
walls
,
and
knights
and
men
-
at
-
arms
were
training
with
blunted
weapons
.
Nearby
,
Bronn
sat
on
the
lip
of
a
well
.
A
pair
of
comely
serving
girls
sauntered
past
carrying
a
wicker
basket
of
rushes
between
them
,
but
the
sellsword
never
looked
.
"
Bronn
,
I
despair
of
you
.
"
Tyrion
gestured
at
the
wenches
.
"
With
sweet
sights
like
that
before
you
,
all
you
see
is
a
gaggle
of
louts
raising
a
clangor
.
"
"
There
are
a
hundred
whorehouses
in
this
city
where
a
clipped
copper
will
buy
me
all
the
cunt
I
want
,
"
Bronn
answered
,
"
but
one
day
my
life
may
hang
on
how
close
I
’
ve
watched
your
louts
.
"
He
stood
.
"
Who
’
s
the
boy
in
the
checkered
blue
surcoat
with
the
three
eyes
on
his
shield
?
"
"
Some
hedge
knight
.
Tallad
,
he
names
himself
.
Why
?
"
Bronn
pushed
a
fall
of
hair
from
his
eyes
.
"
He
’
s
the
best
of
them
.
But
watch
him
,
he
falls
into
a
rhythm
,
delivering
the
same
strokes
in
the
same
order
each
time
he
attacks
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
That
will
be
the
death
of
him
,
the
day
he
faces
me
.
"
"
He
’
s
pledged
to
Joffrey
;
he
’
s
not
like
to
face
you
.
"
They
set
off
across
the
bailey
,
Bronn
matching
his
long
stride
to
Tyrion
’
s
short
one
.
These
days
the
sellsword
was
looking
almost
respectable
.
His
dark
hair
was
washed
and
brushed
,
he
was
freshly
shaved
,
and
he
wore
the
black
breastplate
of
an
officer
of
the
City
Watch
.
From
his
shoulders
trailed
a
cloak
of
Lannister
crimson
patterned
with
golden
hands
.
Tyrion
had
made
him
a
gift
of
it
when
he
named
him
captain
of
his
personal
guard
.
"
How
many
supplicants
do
we
have
today
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Thirty
-
odd
,
"
answered
Bronn
.
"
Most
with
complaints
,
or
wanting
something
,
as
ever
.
Your
pet
was
back
.
"
