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"
Ser
Cortnay
had
challenged
Lord
Stannis
to
single
combat
on
the
morning
he
died
.
I
ask
you
,
is
this
the
act
of
a
man
lost
to
despair
?
Then
there
is
the
matter
of
Lord
Renly
’
s
mysterious
and
most
fortuitous
murder
,
even
as
his
battle
lines
were
forming
up
to
sweep
his
brother
from
the
field
.
"
The
eunuch
paused
a
moment
.
"
My
lord
,
you
once
asked
me
how
it
was
that
I
was
cut
.
"
"
I
recall
,
"
said
Tyrion
.
"
You
did
not
want
to
talk
of
it
.
"
"
Nor
do
I
,
but
.
.
.
"
This
pause
was
longer
than
the
one
before
,
and
when
Varys
spoke
again
his
voice
was
different
somehow
.
"
I
was
an
orphan
boy
apprenticed
to
a
traveling
folly
.
Our
master
owned
a
fat
little
cog
and
we
sailed
up
and
down
the
narrow
sea
performing
in
all
the
Free
Cities
and
from
time
to
time
in
Oldtown
and
King
’
s
Landing
.
"
"
One
day
at
Myr
,
a
certain
man
came
to
our
folly
.
After
the
performance
,
he
made
an
offer
for
me
that
my
master
found
too
tempting
to
refuse
.
I
was
in
terror
.
I
feared
the
man
meant
to
use
me
as
I
had
heard
men
used
small
boys
,
but
in
truth
the
only
part
of
me
he
had
need
of
was
my
manhood
.
He
gave
me
a
potion
that
made
me
powerless
to
move
or
speak
,
yet
did
nothing
to
dull
my
senses
.
With
a
long
hooked
blade
,
he
sliced
me
root
and
stem
,
chanting
all
the
while
.
I
watched
him
burn
my
manly
parts
on
a
brazier
.
The
flames
turned
blue
,
and
I
heard
a
voice
answer
his
call
,
though
I
did
not
understand
the
words
they
spoke
.
"
"
The
mummers
had
sailed
by
the
time
he
was
done
with
me
.
Once
I
had
served
his
purpose
,
the
man
had
no
further
interest
in
me
,
so
he
put
me
out
.
When
I
asked
him
what
I
should
do
now
,
he
answered
that
he
supposed
I
should
die
.
To
spite
him
,
I
resolved
to
live
.
I
begged
,
I
stole
,
and
I
sold
what
parts
of
my
body
still
remained
to
me
.
Soon
I
was
as
good
a
thief
as
any
in
Myr
,
and
when
I
was
older
I
learned
that
often
the
contents
of
a
man
’
s
letters
are
more
valuable
than
the
contents
of
his
purse
.
"
"
Yet
I
still
dream
of
that
night
,
my
lord
.
Not
of
the
sorcerer
,
nor
his
blade
,
nor
even
the
way
my
manhood
shriveled
as
it
burned
.
I
dream
of
the
voice
.
The
voice
from
the
flames
.
Was
it
a
god
,
a
demon
,
some
conjurer
’
s
trick
?
I
could
not
tell
you
,
and
I
know
all
the
tricks
.
All
I
can
say
for
a
certainty
is
that
he
called
it
,
and
it
answered
,
and
since
that
day
I
have
hated
magic
and
all
those
who
practice
it
.
If
Lord
Stannis
is
one
such
,
I
mean
to
see
him
dead
.
"
When
he
was
done
,
they
rode
in
silence
for
a
time
.
Finally
Tyrion
said
,
"
A
harrowing
tale
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
The
eunuch
sighed
.
"
You
are
sorry
,
but
you
do
not
believe
me
.
No
,
my
lord
,
no
need
to
apologize
.
I
was
drugged
and
in
pain
and
it
was
a
very
long
time
ago
and
far
across
the
sea
.
No
doubt
I
dreamed
that
voice
.
I
’
ve
told
myself
as
much
a
thousand
times
.
"
