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Now
if
only
Robert
’
s
brothers
would
be
so
accommodating
.
Glacial
as
his
progress
was
,
still
Renly
Baratheon
crept
north
and
east
with
his
huge
southron
host
,
and
scarcely
a
night
passed
that
Tyrion
did
not
dread
being
awakened
with
the
news
that
Lord
Stannis
was
sailing
his
fleet
up
the
Blackwater
Rush
.
Well
,
it
would
seem
I
have
a
goodly
stock
of
wildfire
,
but
still
.
.
.
The
sound
of
some
hubbub
in
the
street
intruded
on
his
worries
.
Tyrion
peered
out
cautiously
between
the
curtains
.
They
were
passing
through
Cobbler
’
s
Square
,
where
a
sizable
crowd
had
gathered
beneath
the
leather
awnings
to
listen
to
the
rantings
of
a
prophet
.
A
robe
of
undyed
wool
belted
with
a
hempen
rope
marked
him
for
one
of
the
begging
brothers
.
"
Corruption
!
"
the
man
cried
shrilly
.
"
There
is
the
warning
!
Behold
the
Father
’
s
scourge
!
"
He
pointed
at
the
fuzzy
red
wound
in
the
sky
.
From
this
vantage
,
the
distant
castle
on
Aegon
’
s
High
Hill
was
directly
behind
him
,
with
the
comet
hanging
forebodingly
over
its
towers
.
A
clever
choice
of
stage
,
Tyrion
reflected
.
"
We
have
become
swollen
,
bloated
,
foul
.
Brother
couples
with
sister
in
the
bed
of
kings
,
and
the
fruit
of
their
incest
capers
in
his
palace
to
the
piping
of
a
twisted
little
monkey
demon
.
Highborn
ladies
fornicate
with
fools
and
give
birth
to
monsters
!
Even
the
High
Septon
has
forgotten
the
gods
!
He
bathes
in
scented
waters
and
grows
fat
on
lark
and
lamprey
while
his
people
starve
!
Pride
comes
before
prayer
,
maggots
rule
our
castles
,
and
gold
is
all
.
.
.
but
no
more
!
The
Rotten
Summer
is
at
an
end
,
and
the
Whoremonger
King
is
brought
low
!
When
the
boar
did
open
him
,
a
great
stench
rose
to
heaven
and
a
thousand
snakes
slid
forth
from
his
belly
,
hissing
and
biting
!
"
He
jabbed
his
bony
finger
back
at
comet
and
castle
.
"
There
comes
the
Harbinger
!
Cleanse
yourselves
,
the
gods
cry
out
,
lest
ye
be
cleansed
!
Bathe
in
the
wine
of
righteousness
,
or
you
shall
be
bathed
in
fire
!
Fire
!
"
"
Fire
!
"
other
voices
echoed
,
but
the
hoots
of
derision
almost
drowned
them
out
.
Tyrion
took
solace
from
that
.
He
gave
the
command
to
continue
,
and
the
litter
rocked
like
a
ship
on
a
rough
sea
as
the
Burned
Men
cleared
a
path
.
Twisted
little
monkey
demon
indeed
.
The
wretch
did
have
a
point
about
the
High
Septon
,
to
be
sure
.
What
was
it
that
Moon
Boy
had
said
of
him
the
other
day
?
A
pious
man
who
worships
the
Seven
so
fervently
that
he
eats
a
meal
for
each
of
them
whenever
he
sits
to
table
.
The
memory
of
the
fool
’
s
jape
made
Tyrion
smile
.
He
was
pleased
to
reach
the
Red
Keep
without
further
incident
.
As
he
climbed
the
steps
to
his
chambers
,
Tyrion
felt
a
deal
more
hopeful
than
he
had
at
dawn
.
Time
,
that
’
s
all
I
truly
need
,
time
to
piece
it
all
together
.
Once
the
chain
is
done
.
.
.
He
opened
the
door
to
his
solar
.
Cersei
turned
away
from
the
window
,
her
skirts
swirling
around
her
slender
hips
.
"
How
dare
you
ignore
my
summons
!
"
"
Who
admitted
you
to
my
tower
?
"
"
Your
tower
?
This
is
my
son
’
s
royal
castle
.
"
"
So
they
tell
me
.
"
Tyrion
was
not
amused
.
Crawn
would
be
even
less
so
;
his
Moon
Brothers
had
the
guard
today
.
"
I
was
about
to
come
to
you
,
as
it
happens
.
"
