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At
the
council
table
Varys
smiled
knowingly
,
Littlefinger
sat
feigning
boredom
,
and
Pycelle
gaped
like
a
fish
,
pale
and
confused
.
A
herald
stepped
forward
.
"
If
any
man
has
other
matters
to
set
before
the
King
’
s
Hand
,
let
him
speak
now
or
go
forth
and
hold
his
silence
.
"
"
I
will
be
heard
.
"
A
slender
man
all
in
black
pushed
his
way
between
the
Redwyne
twins
.
"
Ser
Alliser
!
"
Tyrion
exclaimed
.
"
Why
,
I
had
no
notion
that
you
’
d
come
to
court
.
You
should
have
sent
me
word
.
"
"
I
have
,
as
well
you
know
.
"
Thorne
was
as
prickly
as
his
name
,
a
spare
,
sharp
-
featured
man
of
fifty
,
hard
-
eyed
and
hard
-
handed
,
his
black
hair
streaked
with
grey
.
"
I
have
been
shunned
,
ignored
,
and
left
to
wait
like
some
baseborn
servant
.
"
"
Truly
?
Bronn
,
this
was
not
well
done
.
Ser
Alliser
and
I
are
old
friends
.
We
walked
the
Wall
together
.
"
"
Sweet
Ser
Alliser
,
"
murmured
Varys
,
"
you
must
not
think
too
harshly
of
us
.
So
many
seek
our
Joffrey
’
s
grace
,
in
these
troubled
and
tumultuous
times
.
"
"
More
troubled
than
you
know
,
eunuch
.
"
"
To
his
face
we
call
him
Lord
Eunuch
,
"
quipped
Littlefinger
.
"
How
may
we
be
of
help
to
you
,
good
brother
?
"
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
asked
in
soothing
tones
.
