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"
Making
war
.
"
"
From
behind
the
walls
of
Harrenhal
?
"
she
said
scornfully
.
"
A
curious
way
of
fighting
.
It
looks
suspiciously
like
hiding
.
"
"
Look
again
.
"
"
What
else
would
you
call
it
?
Father
sits
in
one
castle
,
and
Robb
Stark
sits
in
another
,
and
no
one
does
anything
.
"
"
There
is
sitting
and
there
is
sitting
,
"
Tyrion
suggested
.
"
Each
one
waits
for
the
other
to
move
,
but
the
lion
is
still
,
poised
,
his
tail
twitching
,
while
the
fawn
is
frozen
by
fear
,
bowels
turned
to
jelly
.
No
matter
which
way
he
bounds
,
the
lion
will
have
him
,
and
he
knows
it
.
"
"
And
you
’
re
quite
certain
that
Father
is
the
lion
?
"
Tyrion
grinned
.
"
It
’
s
on
all
our
banners
.
"
She
ignored
the
jest
.
"
If
it
was
Father
who
’
d
been
taken
captive
,
Jaime
would
not
be
sitting
by
idly
,
I
promise
you
.
"
Jaime
would
be
battering
his
host
to
bloody
bits
against
the
walls
of
Riverrun
,
and
the
Others
take
their
chances
.
He
never
did
have
any
patience
,
no
more
than
you
,
sweet
sister
.
"
Not
all
of
us
can
be
as
bold
as
Jaime
,
but
there
are
other
ways
to
win
wars
.
Harrenhal
is
strong
and
well
situated
.
"
