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Ser
Cleos
Frey
left
that
very
afternoon
,
escorted
by
Vylarr
and
a
hundred
red
-
cloaked
Lannister
guardsmen
.
The
men
Robb
Stark
had
sent
joined
them
at
the
King
’
s
Gate
for
the
long
ride
west
.
Tyrion
found
Timett
dicing
with
his
Burned
Men
in
the
barracks
.
"
Come
to
my
solar
at
midnight
.
"
Timett
gave
him
a
hard
one
-
eyed
stare
,
a
curt
nod
.
He
was
not
one
for
long
speeches
.
That
night
he
feasted
with
the
Stone
Crows
and
Moon
Brothers
in
the
Small
Hall
,
though
he
shunned
the
wine
for
once
.
He
wanted
all
his
wits
about
him
.
"
Shagga
,
what
moon
is
this
?
"
Shagga
’
s
frown
was
a
fierce
thing
.
"
Black
,
I
think
.
"
"
In
the
west
,
they
call
that
a
traitor
’
s
moon
.
Try
not
to
get
too
drunk
tonight
,
and
see
that
your
axe
is
sharp
.
"
"
A
Stone
Crow
’
s
axe
is
always
sharp
,
and
Shagga
’
s
axes
are
sharpest
of
all
.
Once
I
cut
off
a
man
’
s
head
,
but
he
did
not
know
it
until
he
tried
to
brush
his
hair
.
Then
it
fell
off
.
"
"
Is
that
why
you
never
brush
yours
?
"
The
Stone
Crows
roared
and
stamped
their
feet
,
Shagga
hooting
loudest
of
all
.
By
midnight
,
the
castle
was
silent
and
dark
.
Doubtless
a
few
gold
cloaks
on
the
walls
spied
them
leaving
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
but
no
one
raised
a
voice
.
He
was
the
Hand
of
the
King
,
and
where
he
went
was
his
own
affair
.
The
thin
wooden
door
split
with
a
thunderous
crack
beneath
the
heel
of
Shagga
’
s
boot
.
Pieces
went
flying
inward
,
and
Tyrion
heard
a
woman
’
s
gasp
of
fear
.
Shagga
hacked
the
door
apart
with
three
great
blows
of
his
axe
and
kicked
his
way
through
the
ruins
.
Timett
followed
,
and
then
Tyrion
,
stepping
gingerly
over
the
splinters
.
The
fire
had
burned
down
to
a
few
glowing
embers
,
and
shadows
lay
thick
across
the
bedchamber
.
When
Timett
ripped
the
heavy
curtains
off
the
bed
,
the
naked
serving
girl
stared
up
with
wide
white
eyes
.
"
Please
,
my
lords
,
"
she
pleaded
,
"
don
’
t
hurt
me
.
"
She
cringed
away
from
Shagga
,
flushed
and
fearful
,
trying
to
cover
her
charms
with
her
hands
and
coming
up
a
hand
short
.
"
Go
,
"
Tyrion
told
her
.
"
It
’
s
not
you
we
want
.
"
