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"
Aerys
Targaryen
’
s
last
Hand
was
killed
during
the
Sack
of
King
’
s
Landing
,
though
I
doubt
he
’
d
had
time
to
settle
into
the
Tower
.
He
was
only
Hand
for
a
fortnight
.
The
one
before
him
was
burned
to
death
.
And
before
them
came
two
others
who
died
landless
and
penniless
in
exile
,
and
counted
themselves
lucky
.
I
believe
my
lord
father
was
the
last
Hand
to
depart
King
’
s
Landing
with
his
name
,
properties
,
and
parts
all
intact
.
"
"
Fascinating
,
"
said
Littlefinger
.
"
And
all
the
more
reason
I
’
d
sooner
bed
down
in
the
dungeon
.
"
Perhaps
you
’
ll
get
that
wish
,
Tyrion
thought
,
but
he
said
,
"
Courage
and
folly
are
cousins
,
or
so
I
’
ve
heard
.
Whatever
curse
may
linger
over
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
I
pray
I
’
m
small
enough
to
escape
its
notice
.
"
Janos
Slynt
laughed
,
Littlefinger
smiled
,
and
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
followed
them
both
out
,
bowing
gravely
.
"
I
hope
Father
did
not
send
you
all
this
way
to
plague
us
with
history
lessons
,
"
his
sister
said
when
they
were
alone
.
"
How
I
have
yearned
for
the
sound
of
your
sweet
voice
,
"
Tyrion
sighed
to
her
.
"
How
I
have
yearned
to
have
that
eunuch
’
s
tongue
pulled
out
with
hot
pincers
,
"
Cersei
replied
.
"
Has
father
lost
his
senses
?
Or
did
you
forge
this
letter
?
"
She
read
it
once
more
,
with
mounting
annoyance
.
"
Why
would
he
inflict
you
on
me
?
I
wanted
him
to
come
himself
.
"
She
crushed
Lord
Tywin
’
s
letter
in
her
fingers
.
"
I
am
Joffrey
’
s
regent
,
and
I
sent
him
a
royal
command
!
"
"
And
he
ignored
you
,
"
Tyrion
pointed
out
.
"
He
has
quite
a
large
army
,
he
can
do
that
.
Nor
is
he
the
first
.
Is
he
?
"
Cersei
’
s
mouth
tightened
.
He
could
see
her
color
rising
.
"
If
I
name
this
letter
a
forgery
and
tell
them
to
throw
you
in
a
dungeon
,
no
one
will
ignore
that
,
I
promise
you
.
"
He
was
walking
on
rotten
ice
now
,
Tyrion
knew
.
One
false
step
and
he
would
plunge
through
.
"
No
one
,
"
he
agreed
amiably
,
"
least
of
all
our
father
.
The
one
with
the
army
.
But
why
should
you
want
to
throw
me
into
a
dungeon
,
sweet
sister
,
when
I
’
ve
come
all
this
long
way
to
help
you
?
"
