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"
I
am
sorry
for
your
loss
as
well
,
Joffrey
,
"
the
dwarf
said
.
"
What
loss
?
"
"
Your
royal
father
?
A
large
fierce
man
with
a
black
beard
;
you
’
ll
recall
him
if
you
try
.
He
was
king
before
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
him
.
Yes
,
it
was
very
sad
,
a
boar
killed
him
.
"
"
Is
that
what
‘
they
’
say
,
Your
Grace
?
"
Joffrey
frowned
.
Sansa
felt
that
she
ought
to
say
something
.
What
was
it
that
Septa
Mordane
used
to
tell
her
?
A
lady
’
s
armor
is
courtesy
,
that
was
it
.
She
donned
her
armor
and
said
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
my
lady
mother
took
you
captive
,
my
lord
.
"
"
A
great
many
people
are
sorry
for
that
,
"
Tyrion
replied
,
"
and
before
I
am
done
,
some
may
be
a
deal
sorrier
.
.
.
yet
I
thank
you
for
the
sentiment
.
Joffrey
,
where
might
I
find
your
mother
?
"
"
She
’
s
with
my
council
,
"
the
king
answered
.
"
Your
brother
Jaime
keeps
losing
battles
.
"
He
gave
Sansa
an
angry
look
,
as
if
it
were
her
fault
.
"
He
’
s
been
taken
by
the
Starks
and
we
’
ve
lost
Riverrun
and
now
her
stupid
brother
is
calling
himself
a
king
.
"
The
dwarf
smiled
crookedly
.
"
All
sorts
of
people
are
calling
themselves
kings
these
days
.
"
