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"
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
?
"
Of
all
the
black
brothers
he
’
d
met
on
the
Wall
,
Tyrion
Lannister
had
liked
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
the
least
.
A
bitter
,
mean
-
spirited
man
with
too
great
a
sense
of
his
own
worth
.
"
Come
to
think
on
it
,
I
don
’
t
believe
I
care
to
see
Ser
Alliser
just
now
.
Find
him
a
snug
cell
where
no
one
has
changed
the
rushes
in
a
year
,
and
let
his
hand
rot
a
little
more
.
"
Bronn
snorted
laughter
and
went
his
way
,
while
Tyrion
struggled
up
the
serpentine
steps
.
As
he
limped
across
the
outer
yard
,
he
heard
the
portcullis
rattling
up
.
His
sister
and
a
large
party
were
waiting
by
the
main
gate
.
Mounted
on
her
white
palfrey
,
Cersei
towered
high
above
him
,
a
goddess
in
green
.
"
Brother
,
"
she
called
out
,
not
warmly
.
The
queen
had
not
been
pleased
by
the
way
he
’
d
dealt
with
Janos
Slynt
.
"
Your
Grace
.
"
Tyrion
bowed
politely
.
"
You
look
lovely
this
morning
.
"
Her
crown
was
gold
,
her
cloak
ermine
.
Her
retinue
sat
their
mounts
behind
her
:
Ser
Boros
Blount
of
the
Kingsguard
,
wearing
white
scale
and
his
favorite
scowl
;
Ser
Balon
Swann
,
bow
slung
from
his
silver
-
inlay
saddle
;
Lord
Gyles
Rosby
,
his
wheezing
cough
worse
than
ever
;
Hallyne
the
Pyromancer
of
the
Alchemists
’
Guild
;
and
the
queen
’
s
newest
favorite
,
their
cousin
Ser
Lancel
Lannister
,
her
late
husband
’
s
squire
up
-
jumped
to
knight
at
his
widow
’
s
insistence
.
Vylarr
and
twenty
guardsmen
rode
escort
.
"
Where
are
you
bound
this
day
,
sister
?
"
Tyrion
asked
.
"
I
’
m
making
a
round
of
the
gates
to
inspect
the
new
scorpions
and
spitfires
.
I
would
not
have
it
thought
that
all
of
us
are
as
indifferent
to
the
city
’
s
defense
as
you
seem
to
be
.
"
Cersei
fixed
him
with
those
clear
green
eyes
of
hers
,
beautiful
even
in
their
contempt
.
"
I
am
informed
that
Renly
Baratheon
has
marched
from
Highgarden
.
He
is
making
his
way
up
the
roseroad
,
with
all
his
strength
behind
him
.
"
"
Varys
gave
me
the
same
report
.
"
"
He
could
be
here
by
the
full
moon
.
"
"
Not
at
his
present
leisurely
pace
,
"
Tyrion
assured
her
.
"
He
feasts
every
night
in
a
different
castle
,
and
holds
court
at
every
crossroads
he
passes
.
"
"
And
every
day
,
more
men
rally
to
his
banners
.
His
host
is
now
said
to
be
a
hundred
thousand
strong
.
"
