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Tyrion
smiled
up
at
him
.
"
When
you
tell
me
to
dress
warmly
,
I
dress
warmly
.
When
you
tell
me
to
be
careful
,
well
.
.
.
"
He
gave
a
shrug
.
"
I
’
ve
seen
enough
.
Perhaps
you
would
be
so
good
as
to
escort
me
back
up
to
my
litter
?
"
"
It
would
be
my
great
,
hmmm
,
pleasure
,
my
lord
.
"
Hallyne
lifted
the
lamp
and
led
the
way
back
to
the
stairs
.
"
It
was
good
of
you
to
visit
us
.
A
great
honor
,
hmmm
.
It
has
been
too
long
since
the
King
’
s
Hand
graced
us
with
his
presence
.
Not
since
Lord
Rossart
,
and
he
was
of
our
order
.
That
was
back
in
King
Aerys
’
s
day
.
King
Aerys
took
a
great
interest
in
our
work
.
"
King
Aerys
used
you
to
roast
the
flesh
off
his
enemies
.
His
brother
Jaime
had
told
him
a
few
stories
of
the
Mad
King
and
his
pet
pyromancers
.
"
Joffrey
will
be
interested
as
well
,
I
have
no
doubt
.
"
Which
is
why
I
’
d
best
keep
him
well
away
from
you
.
"
It
is
our
great
hope
to
have
the
king
visit
our
Guildhall
in
his
own
royal
person
.
I
have
spoken
of
it
to
your
royal
sister
.
A
great
feast
.
.
.
"
It
was
growing
warmer
as
they
climbed
.
"
His
Grace
has
prohibited
all
feasting
until
such
time
as
the
war
is
won
.
"
At
my
insistence
.
"
The
king
does
not
think
it
fitting
to
banquet
on
choice
food
while
his
people
go
without
bread
.
"
"
A
most
,
hmmm
,
loving
gesture
,
my
lord
.
Perhaps
instead
some
few
of
us
might
call
upon
the
king
at
the
Red
Keep
.
A
small
demonstration
of
our
powers
,
as
it
were
,
to
distract
His
Grace
from
his
many
cares
for
an
evening
.
Wildfire
is
but
one
of
the
dread
secrets
of
our
ancient
order
.
Many
and
wondrous
are
the
things
we
might
show
you
.
"
"
I
will
take
it
up
with
my
sister
.
"
Tyrion
had
no
objection
to
a
few
magic
tricks
,
but
Joff
’
s
fondness
for
making
men
fight
to
the
death
was
trial
enough
;
he
had
no
intention
of
allowing
the
boy
to
taste
the
possibilities
of
burning
them
alive
.
When
at
last
they
reached
the
top
of
the
steps
,
Tyrion
shrugged
out
of
his
shadowskin
fur
and
folded
it
over
his
arm
.
The
Guildhall
of
the
Alchemists
was
an
imposing
warren
of
black
stone
,
but
Hallyne
led
him
through
the
twists
and
turns
until
they
reached
the
Gallery
of
the
Iron
Torches
,
a
long
echoing
chamber
where
columns
of
green
fire
danced
around
black
metal
columns
twenty
feet
tall
.
Ghostly
flames
shimmered
off
the
polished
black
marble
of
the
walls
and
floor
and
bathed
the
hall
in
an
emerald
radiance
.
Tyrion
would
have
been
more
impressed
if
he
hadn
’
t
known
that
the
great
iron
torches
had
only
been
lit
this
morning
in
honor
of
his
visit
,
and
would
be
extinguished
the
instant
the
doors
closed
behind
him
.
Wildfire
was
too
costly
to
squander
.
They
emerged
atop
the
broad
curving
steps
that
fronted
on
the
Street
of
the
Sisters
,
near
the
foot
of
Visenya
’
s
Hill
.
He
bid
Hallyne
farewell
and
waddled
down
to
where
Timett
son
of
Timett
waited
with
an
escort
of
Burned
Men
.
Given
his
purpose
today
,
it
had
seemed
a
singularly
appropriate
choice
for
his
guard
.
Besides
,
their
scars
struck
terror
in
the
hearts
of
the
city
rabble
.
That
was
all
to
the
good
these
days
.
Only
three
nights
past
,
another
mob
had
gathered
at
the
gates
of
the
Red
Keep
,
chanting
for
food
.
Joff
had
unleashed
a
storm
of
arrows
against
them
,
slaying
four
,
and
then
shouted
down
that
they
had
his
leave
to
eat
their
dead
.
Winning
us
still
more
friends
.
