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Tyrion
stumbled
.
"
Lord
Varys
.
I
had
not
thought
to
see
you
here
.
"
The
Others
take
him
,
how
did
he
find
them
so
quickly
?
"
Forgive
me
if
I
intrude
,
"
Varys
said
.
"
I
was
taken
by
a
sudden
urge
to
meet
your
young
lady
.
"
"
Young
lady
,
"
Shae
repeated
,
savoring
the
words
.
"
You
’
re
half
right
,
m
’
lord
.
I
’
m
young
.
"
Eighteen
,
Tyrion
thought
.
Eighteen
,
and
a
whore
,
but
quick
of
wit
,
nimble
as
a
cat
between
the
sheets
,
with
large
dark
eyes
and
fine
black
hair
and
a
sweet
,
soft
,
hungry
little
mouth
.
.
.
and
mine
!
Damn
you
,
eunuch
.
"
I
fear
I
’
m
the
intruder
,
Lord
Varys
,
"
he
said
with
forced
courtesy
.
"
When
I
came
in
,
you
were
in
the
midst
of
some
merriment
.
"
"
M
’
lord
Varys
complimented
Chella
on
her
ears
and
said
she
must
have
killed
many
men
to
have
such
a
fine
necklace
,
"
Shae
explained
.
It
grated
on
him
to
hear
her
call
Varys
m
’
lord
in
that
tone
;
that
was
what
she
called
him
in
their
pillow
play
.
"
And
Chella
told
him
only
cowards
kill
the
vanquished
.
"
"
Braver
to
leave
the
man
alive
,
with
a
chance
to
cleanse
his
shame
by
winning
back
his
ear
,
"
explained
Chella
,
a
small
dark
woman
whose
grisly
neckware
was
hung
with
no
less
than
forty
-
six
dried
,
wrinkled
ears
.
Tyrion
had
counted
them
once
.
"
Only
so
can
you
prove
you
do
not
fear
your
enemies
.
"
Shae
hooted
.
"
And
then
m
’
lord
says
if
he
was
a
Black
Ear
he
’
d
never
sleep
,
for
dreams
of
one
-
eared
men
.
"
"
A
problem
I
will
never
need
face
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
I
’
m
terrified
of
my
enemies
,
so
I
kill
them
all
.
"
Varys
giggled
.
"
Will
you
take
some
wine
with
us
,
my
lord
?
"
"
I
’
ll
take
some
wine
.
"
Tyrion
seated
himself
beside
Shae
.
He
understood
what
was
happening
here
,
if
Chella
and
the
girl
did
not
.
Varys
was
delivering
a
message
.
