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"
I
have
little
doubt
you
’
ll
be
equal
to
the
task
.
"
"
I
once
told
Ned
Stark
that
when
you
find
yourself
naked
with
an
ugly
woman
,
the
only
thing
to
do
is
close
your
eyes
and
get
on
with
it
.
"
Littlefinger
steepled
his
fingers
and
gazed
into
Tyrion
’
s
mismatched
eyes
.
"
Give
me
a
fortnight
to
conclude
my
affairs
and
arrange
for
a
ship
to
carry
me
to
Gulltown
.
"
"
That
will
do
nicely
.
"
His
guest
rose
.
"
This
has
been
quite
the
pleasant
morning
,
Lannister
.
And
profitable
.
.
.
for
both
of
us
,
I
trust
.
"
He
bowed
,
his
cape
a
swirl
of
yellow
as
he
strode
out
the
door
.
Two
,
thought
Tyrion
.
He
went
up
to
his
bedchamber
to
await
Varys
,
who
would
soon
be
making
an
appearance
.
Evenfall
,
he
guessed
.
Perhaps
as
late
as
moonrise
,
though
he
hoped
not
.
He
hoped
to
visit
Shae
tonight
.
He
was
pleasantly
surprised
when
Galt
of
the
Stone
Crows
informed
him
not
an
hour
later
that
the
powdered
man
was
at
his
door
.
"
You
are
a
cruel
man
,
to
make
the
Grand
Maester
squirm
so
,
"
the
eunuch
scolded
.
"
The
man
cannot
abide
a
secret
.
"
"
Is
that
a
crow
I
hear
,
calling
the
raven
black
?
Or
would
you
sooner
not
hear
what
I
’
ve
proposed
to
Doran
Martell
?
"
Varys
giggled
.
"
Perhaps
my
little
birds
have
told
me
.
"
"
Have
they
,
indeed
?
"
He
wanted
to
hear
this
.
"
Go
on
.
"
"
The
Dornishmen
thus
far
have
held
aloof
from
these
wars
.
Doran
Martell
has
called
his
banners
,
but
no
more
.
