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Through
the
door
came
the
soft
sound
of
the
high
harp
,
mingled
with
a
trilling
of
pipes
.
The
singer
’
s
voice
was
muffled
by
the
thick
walls
,
yet
Tyrion
knew
the
verse
.
I
loved
a
maid
as
fair
as
summer
,
he
remembered
,
with
sunlight
in
her
hair
.
.
.
Ser
Meryn
Trant
guarded
the
queen
’
s
door
this
night
.
His
muttered
"
My
lord
"
struck
Tyrion
as
a
tad
grudging
,
but
he
opened
the
door
nonetheless
.
The
song
broke
off
abruptly
as
he
strode
into
his
sister
’
s
bedchamber
.
Cersei
was
reclining
on
a
pile
of
cushions
.
Her
feet
were
bare
,
her
golden
hair
artfully
tousled
,
her
robe
a
green
-
and
-
gold
samite
that
caught
the
light
of
the
candles
and
shimmered
as
she
looked
up
.
"
Sweet
sister
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
"
how
beautiful
you
look
tonight
.
"
He
turned
to
the
singer
.
"
And
you
as
well
,
cousin
.
I
had
no
notion
you
had
such
a
lovely
voice
.
"
The
compliment
made
Ser
Lancel
sulky
;
perhaps
he
thought
he
was
being
mocked
.
It
seemed
to
Tyrion
that
the
lad
had
grown
three
inches
since
being
knighted
.
Lancel
had
thick
sandy
hair
,
green
Lannister
eyes
,
and
a
line
of
soft
blond
fuzz
on
his
upper
lip
.
At
sixteen
,
he
was
cursed
with
all
the
certainty
of
youth
,
unleavened
by
any
trace
of
humor
or
self
-
doubt
,
and
wed
to
the
arrogance
that
came
so
naturally
to
those
born
blond
and
strong
and
handsome
.
His
recent
elevation
had
only
made
him
worse
.
"
Did
Her
Grace
send
for
you
?
"
the
boy
demanded
.
"
Not
that
I
recall
,
"
Tyrion
admitted
.
"
It
grieves
me
to
disturb
your
revels
,
Lancel
,
but
as
it
happens
,
I
have
matters
of
import
to
discuss
with
my
sister
.
"
Cersei
regarded
him
suspiciously
.
"
If
you
are
here
about
those
begging
brothers
,
Tyrion
,
spare
me
your
reproaches
.
I
won
’
t
have
them
spreading
their
filthy
treasons
in
the
streets
.
They
can
preach
to
each
other
in
the
dungeons
.
"
"
And
count
themselves
lucky
that
they
have
such
a
gentle
queen
,
"
added
Lancel
.
"
I
would
have
had
their
tongues
out
.
"
"
One
even
dared
to
say
that
the
gods
were
punishing
us
because
Jaime
murdered
the
rightful
king
,
"
Cersei
declared
.
"
It
will
not
be
borne
,
Tyrion
.
I
gave
you
ample
opportunity
to
deal
with
these
lice
,
but
you
and
your
Ser
Jacelyn
did
nothing
,
so
I
commanded
Vylarr
to
attend
to
the
matter
.
"
"
And
so
he
did
.
"
Tyrion
had
been
annoyed
when
the
red
cloaks
had
dragged
a
half
dozen
of
the
scabrous
prophets
down
to
the
dungeons
without
consulting
him
,
but
they
were
not
important
enough
to
battle
over
.
"
No
doubt
we
will
all
be
better
off
for
a
little
quiet
in
the
streets
.
That
is
not
why
I
came
.
I
have
tidings
I
know
you
will
be
anxious
to
hear
,
sweet
sister
,
but
they
are
best
spoken
of
privily
.
"
