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Shagga
laughed
.
"
The
Halfman
has
no
goats
.
"
"
I
’
ll
get
some
just
for
you
.
"
Dawn
was
breaking
,
and
pale
ripples
of
light
shimmered
on
the
surface
of
the
river
,
shattering
under
the
poles
and
reforming
when
the
ferry
had
passed
.
Timett
had
taken
his
Burned
Men
into
the
kingswood
two
days
before
.
Yesterday
the
Black
Ears
and
Moon
Brothers
followed
,
today
the
Stone
Crows
.
"
Whatever
you
do
,
don
’
t
try
and
fight
a
battle
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Strike
at
their
camps
and
baggage
train
.
Ambush
their
scouts
and
hang
the
bodies
from
trees
ahead
of
their
line
of
march
,
loop
around
and
cut
down
stragglers
.
I
want
night
attacks
,
so
many
and
so
sudden
that
they
’
ll
be
afraid
to
sleep
—
"
Shagga
laid
a
hand
atop
Tyrion
’
s
head
.
"
All
this
I
learned
from
Dolf
son
of
Holger
before
my
beard
had
grown
.
This
is
the
way
of
war
in
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
.
"
"
The
kingswood
is
not
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
,
and
you
won
’
t
be
fighting
Milk
Snakes
and
Painted
Dogs
.
And
listen
to
the
guides
I
’
m
sending
,
they
know
this
wood
as
well
as
you
know
your
mountains
.
Heed
their
counsel
and
they
’
ll
serve
you
well
.
"
"
Shagga
will
listen
to
the
Halfman
’
s
pets
,
"
the
clansman
promised
solemnly
.
And
then
it
was
time
for
him
to
lead
his
garron
onto
the
ferry
.
Tyrion
watched
them
push
off
and
pole
out
toward
the
center
of
the
Blackwater
.
He
felt
a
queer
twinge
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
as
Shagga
faded
in
the
morning
mist
.
He
was
going
to
feel
naked
without
his
clansmen
.
He
still
had
Bronn
’
s
hirelings
,
near
eight
hundred
of
them
now
,
but
sellswords
were
notoriously
fickle
.
Tyrion
had
done
what
he
could
to
buy
their
continued
loyalty
,
promising
Bronn
and
a
dozen
of
his
best
men
lands
and
knighthoods
when
the
battle
was
won
.
They
’
d
drunk
his
wine
,
laughed
at
his
jests
,
and
called
each
other
ser
until
they
were
all
staggering
.
.
.
all
but
Bronn
himself
,
who
’
d
only
smiled
that
insolent
dark
smile
of
his
and
afterward
said
,
"
They
’
ll
kill
for
that
knighthood
,
but
don
’
t
ever
think
they
’
ll
die
for
it
.
"
Tyrion
had
no
such
delusion
.
