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He
supposed
he
ought
not
complain
.
The
appointment
gave
him
another
ear
close
to
the
king
,
unbeknownst
to
his
sister
.
And
even
if
Ser
Osmund
proved
an
utter
craven
,
he
would
be
no
worse
than
Ser
Boros
Blount
,
currently
residing
in
a
dungeon
at
Rosby
.
Ser
Boros
had
been
escorting
Tommen
and
Lord
Gyles
when
Ser
Jacelyn
Bywater
and
his
gold
cloaks
had
surprised
them
,
and
had
yielded
up
his
charge
with
an
alacrity
that
would
have
enraged
old
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
as
much
as
it
did
Cersei
;
a
knight
of
the
Kingsguard
was
supposed
to
die
in
defense
of
the
king
and
royal
family
.
His
sister
had
insisted
that
Joffrey
strip
Blount
of
his
white
cloak
on
the
grounds
of
treason
and
cowardice
.
And
now
she
replaces
him
with
another
man
just
as
hollow
.
The
praying
,
vowing
,
and
anointing
seemed
to
take
most
of
the
morning
.
Tyrion
’
s
legs
soon
began
to
ache
.
He
shifted
his
weight
from
one
foot
to
the
other
,
restless
.
Lady
Tanda
stood
several
rows
up
,
he
saw
,
but
her
daughter
was
not
with
her
.
He
had
been
half
hoping
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
Shae
.
Varys
said
she
was
doing
well
,
but
he
would
prefer
to
see
for
himself
.
"
Better
a
lady
’
s
maid
than
a
pot
girl
,
"
Shae
had
said
when
Tyrion
told
her
the
eunuch
’
s
scheme
.
"
Can
I
take
my
belt
of
silver
flowers
and
my
gold
collar
with
the
black
diamonds
you
said
looked
like
my
eyes
?
I
won
’
t
wear
them
if
you
say
I
shouldn
’
t
.
"
Loath
as
he
was
to
disappoint
her
,
Tyrion
had
to
point
out
that
while
Lady
Tanda
was
by
no
means
a
clever
woman
,
even
she
might
wonder
if
her
daughter
’
s
bedmaid
seemed
to
own
more
jewelry
than
her
daughter
.
"
Choose
two
or
three
dresses
,
no
more
,
"
he
commanded
her
.
"
Good
wool
,
no
silk
,
no
samite
,
and
no
fur
.
The
rest
I
’
ll
keep
in
my
own
chambers
for
when
you
visit
me
.
"
It
was
not
the
answer
Shae
had
wanted
,
but
at
least
she
was
safe
.
When
the
investiture
was
finally
done
Joffrey
marched
out
between
Ser
Balon
and
Ser
Osmund
in
their
new
white
cloaks
,
while
Tyrion
lingered
for
a
word
with
the
new
High
Septon
(
who
was
his
choice
,
and
wise
enough
to
know
who
put
the
honey
on
his
bread
)
.
"
I
want
the
gods
on
our
side
,
"
Tyrion
told
him
bluntly
.
"
Tell
them
that
Stannis
has
vowed
to
burn
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
.
"
"
Is
it
true
,
my
lord
?
"
asked
the
High
Septon
,
a
small
,
shrewd
man
with
a
wispy
white
beard
and
wizened
face
.
Tyrion
shrugged
.
"
It
may
be
.
Stannis
burned
the
godswood
at
Storm
’
s
End
as
an
offering
to
the
Lord
of
Light
.
If
he
’
d
offend
the
old
gods
,
why
should
he
spare
the
new
?
Tell
them
that
.
Tell
them
that
any
man
who
thinks
to
give
aid
to
the
usurper
betrays
the
gods
as
well
as
his
rightful
king
.
"
"
I
shall
,
my
lord
.
And
I
shall
command
them
to
pray
for
the
health
of
the
king
and
his
Hand
as
well
.
"
