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"
Shagga
wants
this
woman
.
"
"
Shagga
wants
every
whore
in
this
city
of
whores
,
"
complained
Timett
son
of
Timett
.
"
Yes
,
"
Shagga
said
,
unabashed
.
"
Shagga
would
give
her
a
strong
child
.
"
"
If
she
wants
a
strong
child
,
she
’
ll
know
whom
to
seek
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Timett
,
see
her
out
.
.
.
gently
,
if
you
would
.
"
The
Burned
Man
pulled
the
girl
from
the
bed
and
half
marched
,
half
dragged
her
across
the
chamber
.
Shagga
watched
them
go
,
mournful
as
a
puppy
.
The
girl
stumbled
over
the
shattered
door
and
out
into
the
hall
,
helped
along
by
a
firm
shove
from
Timett
.
Above
their
heads
,
the
ravens
were
screeching
.
Tyrion
dragged
the
soft
blanket
off
the
bed
,
uncovering
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
beneath
.
"
Tell
me
,
does
the
Citadel
approve
of
you
bedding
the
serving
wenches
,
Maester
?
"
The
old
man
was
as
naked
as
the
girl
,
though
he
made
a
markedly
less
attractive
sight
.
For
once
,
his
heavy
-
lidded
eyes
were
open
wide
.
"
W
-
what
is
the
meaning
of
this
?
I
am
an
old
man
,
your
loyal
servant
.
.
.
"
Tyrion
hoisted
himself
onto
the
bed
.
"
So
loyal
that
you
sent
only
one
of
my
letters
to
Doran
Martell
.
The
other
you
gave
to
my
sister
.
"
"
N
-
no
,
"
squealed
Pycelle
.
"
No
,
a
falsehood
,
I
swear
it
,
it
was
not
me
.
Varys
,
it
was
Varys
,
the
Spider
,
I
warned
you
—
"
"
Do
all
maesters
lie
so
poorly
?
I
told
Varys
that
I
was
giving
Prince
Doran
my
nephew
Tommen
to
foster
.
I
told
Littlefinger
that
I
planned
to
wed
Myrcella
to
Lord
Robert
of
the
Eyrie
.
I
told
no
one
that
I
had
offered
Myrcella
to
the
Dornish
.
.
.
that
truth
was
only
in
the
letter
I
entrusted
to
you
.
"
