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Podrick
Payne
stood
at
the
door
of
his
solar
,
studying
the
floor
.
"
He
’
s
inside
,
"
he
announced
to
Tyrion
’
s
belt
buckle
.
"
Your
solar
.
My
lord
.
Sorry
.
"
Tyrion
sighed
.
"
Look
at
me
,
Pod
.
It
unnerves
me
when
you
talk
to
my
codpiece
,
especially
when
I
’
m
not
wearing
one
.
Who
is
inside
my
solar
?
"
"
Lord
Littlefinger
.
"
Podrick
managed
a
quick
look
at
his
face
,
then
hastily
dropped
his
eyes
.
"
I
meant
,
Lord
Petyr
.
Lord
Baelish
.
The
master
of
coin
.
"
"
You
make
him
sound
a
crowd
.
"
The
boy
hunched
down
as
if
struck
,
making
Tyrion
feel
absurdly
guilty
.
Lord
Petyr
was
seated
on
his
window
seat
,
languid
and
elegant
in
a
plush
plum
-
colored
doublet
and
a
yellow
satin
cape
,
one
gloved
hand
resting
on
his
knee
.
"
The
king
is
fighting
hares
with
a
crossbow
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
hares
are
winning
.
Come
see
.
"
Tyrion
had
to
stand
on
his
toes
to
get
a
look
.
A
dead
hare
lay
on
the
ground
below
;
another
,
long
ears
twitching
,
was
about
to
expire
from
the
bolt
in
his
side
.
Spent
quarrels
lay
strewn
across
the
hard
-
packed
earth
like
straws
scattered
by
a
storm
.
"
Now
!
"
Joff
shouted
.
The
gamesman
released
the
hare
he
was
holding
,
and
he
went
bounding
off
.
Joffrey
jerked
the
trigger
on
the
crossbow
.
The
bolt
missed
by
two
feet
.
The
hare
stood
on
his
hind
legs
and
twitched
his
nose
at
the
king
.
Cursing
,
Joff
spun
the
wheel
to
winch
back
his
string
,
but
the
animal
was
gone
before
he
was
loaded
.
"
Another
!
"
The
gamesman
reached
into
the
hutch
.
This
one
made
a
brown
streak
against
the
stones
,
while
Joffrey
’
s
hurried
shot
almost
took
Ser
Preston
in
the
groin
.
Littlefinger
turned
away
.
"
Boy
,
are
you
fond
of
potted
hare
?
"
he
asked
Podrick
Payne
.
Pod
stared
at
the
visitor
’
s
boots
,
lovely
things
of
red
-
dyed
leather
ornamented
with
black
scrollwork
.
"
To
eat
,
my
lord
?
"
"
Invest
in
pots
,
"
Littlefinger
advised
.
"
Hares
will
soon
overrun
the
castle
.
We
’
ll
be
eating
hare
thrice
a
day
.
"
"
Better
than
rats
on
a
skewer
,
"
said
Tyrion
.
"
Pod
,
leave
us
.
