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As
he
left
the
stable
on
his
piebald
gelding
,
Tyrion
heard
the
sound
of
music
drifting
over
the
rooftops
.
It
was
pleasant
to
think
that
men
still
sang
,
even
in
the
midst
of
butchery
and
famine
.
Remembered
notes
filled
his
head
,
and
for
a
moment
he
could
almost
hear
Tysha
as
she
’
d
sung
to
him
half
a
lifetime
ago
.
He
reined
up
to
listen
.
The
tune
was
wrong
,
the
words
too
faint
to
hear
.
A
different
song
then
,
and
why
not
?
His
sweet
innocent
Tysha
had
been
a
lie
start
to
finish
,
only
a
whore
his
brother
Jaime
had
hired
to
make
him
a
man
.
I
’
m
free
of
Tysha
now
,
he
thought
.
She
’
s
haunted
me
half
my
life
,
but
I
don
’
t
need
her
anymore
,
no
more
than
I
need
Alayaya
or
Dancy
or
Marei
,
or
the
hundreds
like
them
I
’
ve
bedded
with
over
the
years
.
I
have
Shae
now
.
Shae
.
The
gates
of
the
manse
were
closed
and
barred
.
Tyrion
pounded
until
the
ornate
bronze
eye
clacked
open
.
"
It
’
s
me
.
"
The
man
who
admitted
him
was
one
of
Varys
’
s
prettier
finds
,
a
Braavosi
daggerman
with
a
harelip
and
a
lazy
eye
.
Tyrion
had
wanted
no
handsome
young
guardsmen
loitering
about
Shae
day
after
day
.
"
Find
me
old
,
ugly
,
scarred
men
,
preferably
impotent
,
"
he
had
told
the
eunuch
.
"
Men
who
prefer
boys
.
Or
men
who
prefer
sheep
,
for
that
matter
.
"
Varys
had
not
managed
to
come
up
with
any
sheeplovers
,
but
he
did
find
a
eunuch
strangler
and
a
pair
of
foul
-
smelling
Ibbenese
who
were
as
fond
of
axes
as
they
were
of
each
other
.
The
others
were
as
choice
a
lot
of
mercenaries
as
ever
graced
a
dungeon
,
each
uglier
than
the
last
.
When
Varys
had
paraded
them
before
him
,
Tyrion
had
been
afraid
he
’
d
gone
too
far
,
but
Shae
had
never
uttered
a
word
of
complaint
.
And
why
would
she
?
She
has
never
complained
of
me
,
and
I
’
m
more
hideous
than
all
her
guards
together
.
Perhaps
she
does
not
even
see
ugliness
.
Even
so
,
Tyrion
would
sooner
have
used
some
of
his
mountain
clansmen
to
guard
the
manse
;
Chella
’
s
Black
Ears
perhaps
,
or
the
Moon
Brothers
.
He
had
more
faith
in
their
iron
loyalties
and
sense
of
honor
than
in
the
greed
of
sellswords
.
The
risk
was
too
great
,
however
.
All
King
’
s
Landing
knew
the
wildlings
were
his
.
If
he
sent
the
Black
Ears
here
,
it
would
only
be
a
matter
of
time
until
the
whole
city
knew
the
King
’
s
Hand
was
keeping
a
concubine
.
One
of
the
Ibbenese
took
his
horse
.
"
Have
you
woken
her
?
"
Tyrion
asked
him
.
"
No
,
m
’
lord
.
"
"
Good
.
"
The
fire
in
the
bedchamber
had
burned
down
to
embers
,
but
the
room
was
still
warm
.
Shae
had
kicked
off
her
blankets
and
sheets
as
she
slept
She
lay
nude
atop
the
featherbed
,
the
soft
curves
of
her
young
body
limned
in
the
faint
glow
from
the
hearth
.
Tyrion
stood
in
the
door
and
drank
in
the
sight
of
her
.
Younger
than
Marei
,
sweeter
than
Dancy
,
more
beautiful
than
Alayaya
,
she
’
s
all
I
need
and
more
.
How
could
a
whore
look
so
clean
and
sweet
and
innocent
,
he
wondered
?
