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"
No
doubt
a
slow
one
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
My
lord
,
you
were
fostered
at
Riverrun
.
I
’
ve
heard
it
said
that
you
grew
close
to
the
Tullys
.
"
"
You
might
say
so
.
The
girls
especially
.
"
"
How
close
?
"
"
I
had
their
maidenhoods
.
Is
that
close
enough
?
"
The
lie
—
Tyrion
was
fairly
certain
it
was
a
lie
—
was
delivered
with
such
an
air
of
nonchalance
that
one
could
almost
believe
it
.
Could
it
have
been
Catelyn
Stark
who
lied
?
About
her
defloration
,
and
the
dagger
as
well
?
The
longer
he
lived
,
the
more
Tyrion
realized
that
nothing
was
simple
and
little
was
true
.
"
Lord
Hoster
’
s
daughters
do
not
love
me
,
"
he
confessed
.
"
I
doubt
they
would
listen
to
any
proposal
I
might
make
.
Yet
coming
from
you
,
the
same
words
might
fall
more
sweetly
on
their
ears
.
"
"
That
would
depend
on
the
words
.
If
you
mean
to
offer
Sansa
in
return
for
your
brother
,
waste
someone
else
’
s
time
.
Joffrey
will
never
surrender
his
plaything
,
and
Lady
Catelyn
is
not
so
great
a
fool
as
to
barter
the
Kingslayer
for
a
slip
of
a
girl
.
"
"
I
mean
to
have
Arya
as
well
.
I
have
men
searching
.
"
"
Searching
is
not
finding
.
"
"
I
’
ll
keep
that
in
mind
,
my
lord
.
In
any
case
,
it
was
Lady
Lysa
I
hoped
you
might
sway
.
For
her
,
I
have
a
sweeter
offer
.
"
