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"
And
a
great
fool
,
"
Tyrion
finished
.
"
What
did
you
call
me
,
when
I
entered
?
"
"
Call
?
I
only
.
.
.
"
The
silver
in
Symon
’
s
tongue
seemed
to
have
turned
to
lead
.
"
My
lord
Hand
,
I
said
,
an
honor
.
.
.
"
"
A
wiser
man
would
have
pretended
not
to
recognize
me
.
Not
that
I
would
have
been
fooled
,
but
you
ought
to
have
tried
.
What
am
I
to
do
with
you
now
?
You
know
of
my
sweet
Shae
,
you
know
where
she
dwells
,
you
know
that
I
visit
by
night
alone
.
"
"
I
swear
,
I
’
ll
tell
no
one
.
.
.
"
"
On
that
much
we
agree
.
Good
night
to
you
.
"
Tyrion
led
Shae
up
the
stairs
.
"
My
singer
may
never
sing
again
now
,
"
she
teased
.
"
You
’
ve
scared
the
voice
from
him
.
"
"
A
little
fear
will
help
him
reach
those
high
notes
.
"
She
closed
the
door
to
their
bedchamber
.
"
You
won
’
t
hurt
him
,
will
you
?
"
She
lit
a
scented
candle
and
knelt
to
pull
off
his
boots
.
"
His
songs
cheer
me
on
the
nights
you
don
’
t
come
.
"
"
Would
that
I
could
come
every
night
,
"
he
said
as
she
rubbed
his
bare
feet
.
"
How
well
does
he
sing
?
"
"
Better
than
some
.
Not
so
good
as
others
.
"
