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It
was
interesting
to
watch
his
face
.
Lord
Petyr
’
s
father
had
been
the
smallest
of
small
lords
,
his
grandfather
a
landless
hedge
knight
;
by
birth
,
he
held
no
more
than
a
few
stony
acres
on
the
windswept
shore
of
the
Fingers
.
Harrenhal
was
one
of
the
richest
plums
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
its
lands
broad
and
rich
and
fertile
,
its
great
castle
as
formidable
as
any
in
the
realm
.
.
.
and
so
large
as
to
dwarf
Riverrun
,
where
Petyr
Baelish
had
been
fostered
by
House
Tully
,
only
to
be
brusquely
expelled
when
he
dared
raise
his
sights
to
Lord
Hoster
’
s
daughter
.
Littlefinger
took
a
moment
to
adjust
the
drape
of
his
cape
,
but
Tyrion
had
seen
the
flash
of
hunger
in
those
sly
cat
’
s
eyes
.
I
have
him
,
he
knew
.
"
Harrenhal
is
cursed
,
"
Lord
Petyr
said
after
a
moment
,
trying
to
sound
bored
.
"
Then
raze
it
to
the
ground
and
build
anew
to
suit
yourself
.
You
’
ll
have
no
lack
of
coin
.
I
mean
to
make
you
liege
lord
of
the
Trident
.
These
river
lords
have
proven
they
cannot
be
trusted
.
Let
them
do
you
fealty
for
their
lands
.
"
"
Even
the
Tullys
?
"
"
If
there
are
any
Tullys
left
when
we
are
done
.
"
Littlefinger
looked
like
a
boy
who
had
just
taken
a
furtive
bite
from
a
honeycomb
.
He
was
trying
to
watch
for
bees
,
but
the
honey
was
so
sweet
.
"
Harrenhal
and
all
its
lands
and
incomes
,
"
he
mused
.
"
With
a
stroke
,
you
’
d
make
me
one
of
the
greatest
lords
in
the
realm
.
Not
that
I
’
m
ungrateful
,
my
lord
,
but
—
why
?
"
"
You
served
my
sister
well
in
the
matter
of
the
succession
.
"
"
As
did
Janos
Slynt
.
On
whom
this
same
castle
of
Harrenhal
was
quite
recently
bestowed
—
only
to
be
snatched
away
when
he
was
no
longer
of
use
.
"
Tyrion
laughed
.
"
You
have
me
,
my
lord
.
What
can
I
say
?
I
need
you
to
deliver
the
Lady
Lysa
.
I
did
not
need
Janos
Slynt
.
"
He
gave
a
crooked
shrug
.
"
I
’
d
sooner
have
you
seated
in
Harrenhal
than
Renly
seated
on
the
Iron
Throne
.
What
could
be
plainer
?
"
"
What
indeed
.
You
realize
that
I
may
need
to
bed
Lysa
Arryn
again
to
get
her
consent
to
this
marriage
?
"
