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He
splashed
some
tepid
water
on
his
face
from
the
basin
beside
his
bed
and
took
his
time
squatting
in
the
garderobe
,
the
night
air
cold
on
his
bare
skin
.
Ser
Lancel
was
sixteen
,
and
not
known
for
his
patience
.
Let
him
wait
,
and
grow
more
anxious
in
the
waiting
.
When
his
bowels
were
empty
,
Tyrion
slipped
on
a
bed
-
robe
and
roughed
his
thin
flaxen
hair
with
his
fingers
,
all
the
more
to
look
as
if
he
had
wakened
from
sleep
.
Lancel
was
pacing
before
the
ashes
of
the
hearth
,
garbed
in
slashed
red
velvet
with
black
silk
undersleeves
,
a
jeweled
dagger
and
a
gilded
scabbard
hanging
from
his
swordbelt
.
"
Cousin
,
"
Tyrion
greeted
him
.
"
Your
visits
are
too
few
.
To
what
do
I
owe
this
undeserved
pleasure
?
"
"
Her
Grace
the
Queen
Regent
has
sent
me
to
command
you
to
release
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
.
"
Ser
Lancel
showed
Tyrion
a
crimson
ribbon
,
bearing
Cersei
’
s
lion
seal
impressed
in
golden
wax
.
"
Here
is
her
warrant
.
"
"
So
it
is
.
"
Tyrion
waved
it
away
.
"
I
hope
my
sister
is
not
overtaxing
her
strength
,
so
soon
after
her
illness
.
It
would
be
a
great
pity
if
she
were
to
suffer
a
relapse
.
"
"
Her
Grace
is
quite
recovered
,
"
Ser
Lancel
said
curtly
.
"
Music
to
my
ears
.
"
Though
not
a
tune
I
’
m
fond
of
.
I
should
have
given
her
a
larger
dose
.
Tyrion
had
hoped
for
a
few
more
days
without
Cersei
’
s
interference
,
but
he
was
not
too
terribly
surprised
by
her
return
to
health
.
She
was
Jaime
’
s
twin
,
after
all
.
He
made
himself
smile
pleasantly
.
"
Pod
,
build
us
a
fire
,
the
air
is
too
chilly
for
my
taste
.
Will
you
take
a
cup
with
me
,
Lancel
?
I
find
that
mulled
wine
helps
me
sleep
.
"
"
I
need
no
help
sleeping
,
"
Ser
Lancel
said
.
"
I
am
come
at
Her
Grace
’
s
behest
,
not
to
drink
with
you
,
Imp
.
"
Knighthood
had
made
the
boy
bolder
,
Tyrion
reflected
—
that
,
and
the
sorry
part
he
had
played
in
murdering
King
Robert
.
"
Wine
does
have
its
dangers
.
"
He
smiled
as
he
poured
.
"
As
to
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
.
.
.
if
my
sweet
sister
is
so
concerned
for
him
,
I
would
have
thought
she
’
d
come
herself
.
Instead
she
sends
you
.
What
am
I
to
make
of
that
?
"
