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"
In
the
streets
,
they
call
it
the
Red
Messenger
,
"
Varys
said
.
"
They
say
it
comes
as
a
herald
before
a
king
,
to
warn
of
fire
and
blood
to
follow
.
"
The
eunuch
rubbed
his
powdered
hands
together
.
"
May
I
leave
you
with
a
bit
of
a
riddle
,
Lord
Tyrion
?
"
He
did
not
wait
for
an
answer
.
"
In
a
room
sit
three
great
men
,
a
king
,
a
priest
,
and
a
rich
man
with
his
gold
.
Between
them
stands
a
sellsword
,
a
little
man
of
common
birth
and
no
great
mind
.
Each
of
the
great
ones
bids
him
slay
the
other
two
.
‘
Do
it
’
says
the
king
,
‘
for
I
am
your
lawful
ruler
.
’
‘
Do
it
’
says
the
priest
,
‘
for
I
command
you
in
the
names
of
the
gods
.
’
‘
Do
it
’
says
the
rich
man
,
‘
and
all
this
gold
shall
be
yours
.
’
So
tell
me
—
who
lives
and
who
dies
?
"
Bowing
deeply
,
the
eunuch
hurried
from
the
common
room
on
soft
slippered
feet
.
When
he
was
gone
,
Chella
gave
a
snort
and
Shae
wrinkled
up
her
pretty
face
.
"
The
rich
man
lives
.
Doesn
’
t
he
?
"
Tyrion
sipped
at
his
wine
,
thoughtful
.
"
Perhaps
.
Or
not
.
That
would
depend
on
the
sellsword
,
it
seems
.
"
He
set
down
his
cup
.
"
Come
,
let
’
s
go
upstairs
.
"
She
had
to
wait
for
him
at
the
top
of
the
steps
,
for
her
legs
were
slim
and
supple
while
his
were
short
and
stunted
and
full
of
aches
.
But
she
was
smiling
when
he
reached
her
.
"
Did
you
miss
me
?
"
she
teased
as
she
took
his
hand
.
"
Desperately
,
"
Tyrion
admitted
.
Shae
only
stood
a
shade
over
five
feet
,
yet
still
he
must
look
up
to
her
.
.
.
but
in
her
case
he
found
he
did
not
mind
.
She
was
sweet
to
look
up
at
.
"
You
’
ll
miss
me
all
the
time
in
your
Red
Keep
,
"
she
said
as
she
led
him
to
her
room
.
"
All
alone
in
your
cold
bed
in
your
Tower
of
the
Hand
.
"
"
Too
true
.
"
Tyrion
would
gladly
have
kept
her
with
him
,
but
his
lord
father
had
forbidden
it
.
You
will
not
take
the
whore
to
court
,
Lord
Tywin
had
commanded
.
Bringing
her
to
the
city
was
as
much
defiance
as
he
dared
.
All
his
authority
derived
from
his
father
,
the
girl
had
to
understand
that
.
"
You
won
’
t
be
far
,
"
he
promised
.
"
You
’
ll
have
a
house
,
with
guards
and
servants
,
and
I
’
ll
visit
as
often
as
I
’
m
able
.
"
Shae
kicked
shut
the
door
.
Through
the
cloudy
panes
of
the
narrow
window
,
he
could
make
out
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
crowning
Visenya
’
s
Hill
but
Tyrion
was
distracted
by
a
different
sight
.
Bending
,
Shae
took
her
gown
by
the
hem
,
drew
it
over
her
head
,
and
tossed
it
aside
.
She
did
not
believe
in
smallclothes
.
"
You
’
ll
never
be
able
to
rest
,
"
she
said
as
she
stood
before
him
,
pink
and
nude
and
lovely
,
one
hand
braced
on
her
hip
.
"
You
’
ll
think
of
me
every
time
you
go
to
bed
.
Then
you
’
ll
get
hard
and
you
’
ll
have
no
one
to
help
you
and
you
’
ll
never
be
able
to
sleep
unless
you
"
—
she
grinned
that
wicked
grin
Tyrion
liked
so
well
—
"
is
that
why
they
call
it
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
m
’
lord
?
"
"
Be
quiet
and
kiss
me
,
"
he
commanded
.
