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He
groaned
.
"
Lady
Tanda
?
"
"
Her
page
.
She
invites
you
to
sup
with
her
again
.
There
’
s
to
be
a
haunch
of
venison
,
she
says
,
a
brace
of
stuffed
geese
sauced
with
mulberries
,
and
—
"
"
—
her
daughter
,
"
Tyrion
finished
sourly
.
Since
the
hour
he
had
arrived
in
the
Red
Keep
,
Lady
Tanda
had
been
stalking
him
,
armed
with
a
never
-
ending
arsenal
of
lamprey
pies
,
wild
boars
,
and
savory
cream
stews
.
Somehow
she
had
gotten
the
notion
that
a
dwarf
lordling
would
be
the
perfect
consort
for
her
daughter
Lollys
,
a
large
,
soft
,
dim
-
witted
girl
who
rumor
said
was
still
a
maid
at
thirty
-
and
-
three
.
"
Send
her
my
regrets
.
"
"
No
taste
for
stuffed
goose
?
"
Bronn
grinned
evilly
.
"
Perhaps
you
should
eat
the
goose
and
marry
the
maid
.
Or
better
still
,
send
Shagga
.
"
"
Shagga
’
s
more
like
to
eat
the
maid
and
marry
the
goose
,
"
observed
Bronn
.
"
Anyway
,
Lollys
outweighs
him
.
"
"
There
is
that
,
"
Tyrion
admitted
as
they
passed
under
the
shadow
of
a
covered
walkway
between
two
towers
.
"
Who
else
wants
me
?
"
The
sellsword
grew
more
serious
.
"
There
’
s
a
moneylender
from
Braavos
,
holding
fancy
papers
and
the
like
,
requests
to
see
the
king
about
payment
on
some
loan
.
"
"
As
if
Joff
could
count
past
twenty
.
Send
the
man
to
Littlefinger
,
he
’
ll
find
a
way
to
put
him
off
.
Next
?
"
"
A
lordling
down
from
the
Trident
,
says
your
father
’
s
men
burned
his
keep
,
raped
his
wife
,
and
killed
all
his
peasants
.
"
