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"
And
our
lord
father
named
me
.
"
"
He
cannot
do
that
.
Not
without
Joff
’
s
consent
.
"
"
Lord
Tywin
is
at
Harrenhal
with
his
host
,
if
you
’
d
care
to
take
it
up
with
him
,
"
Tyrion
said
politely
.
"
My
lords
,
perchance
you
would
permit
me
a
private
word
with
my
sister
?
"
Varys
slithered
to
his
feet
,
smiling
in
that
unctuous
way
he
had
.
"
How
you
must
have
yearned
for
the
sound
of
your
sweet
sister
’
s
voice
.
My
lords
,
please
,
let
us
give
them
a
few
moments
together
.
The
woes
of
our
troubled
realm
shall
keep
.
"
Janos
Slynt
rose
hesitantly
and
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
ponderously
,
yet
they
rose
.
Littlefinger
was
the
last
.
"
Shall
I
tell
the
steward
to
prepare
chambers
in
Maegor
’
s
Holdfast
?
"
"
My
thanks
,
Lord
Petyr
,
but
I
will
be
taking
Lord
Stark
’
s
former
quarters
in
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
.
"
Littlefinger
laughed
.
"
You
’
re
a
braver
man
than
me
,
Lannister
.
You
do
know
the
fate
of
our
last
two
Hands
?
"
"
Two
?
If
you
mean
to
frighten
me
,
why
not
say
four
?
"
"
Four
?
"
Littlefinger
raised
an
eyebrow
.
"
Did
the
Hands
before
Lord
Arryn
meet
some
dire
end
in
the
Tower
?
I
’
m
afraid
I
was
too
young
to
pay
them
much
mind
.
"
