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Hallyne
the
Pyromancer
was
waiting
on
him
when
Tyrion
returned
to
his
solar
,
and
Maester
Frenken
had
brought
messages
.
He
let
the
alchemist
wait
a
little
longer
while
he
read
what
the
ravens
had
brought
him
.
There
was
an
old
letter
from
Doran
Martell
,
warning
him
that
Storm
’
s
End
had
fallen
,
and
a
much
more
intriguing
one
from
Balon
Greyjoy
on
Pyke
,
who
styled
himself
King
of
the
Isles
and
the
North
.
He
invited
King
Joffrey
to
send
an
envoy
to
the
Iron
Islands
to
fix
the
borders
between
their
realms
and
discuss
a
possible
alliance
.
Tyrion
read
the
letter
three
times
and
set
it
aside
.
Lord
Balon
’
s
longships
would
have
been
a
great
help
against
the
fleet
sailing
up
from
Storm
’
s
End
,
but
they
were
thousands
of
leagues
away
on
the
wrong
side
of
Westeros
,
and
Tyrion
was
far
from
certain
that
he
wanted
to
give
away
half
the
realm
.
Perhaps
I
should
spill
this
one
in
Cersei
’
s
lap
,
or
take
it
to
the
council
.
Only
then
did
he
admit
Hallyne
with
the
latest
tallies
from
the
alchemists
.
"
This
cannot
be
true
,
"
said
Tyrion
as
he
pored
over
the
ledgers
.
"
Almost
thirteen
thousand
jars
?
Do
you
take
me
for
a
fool
?
I
’
m
not
about
to
pay
the
king
’
s
gold
for
empty
jars
and
pots
of
sewage
sealed
with
wax
,
I
warn
you
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
Hallyne
squeaked
,
"
the
sums
are
accurate
,
I
swear
.
We
have
been
,
hmmm
,
most
fortunate
,
my
lord
Hand
.
Another
cache
of
Lord
Rossart
’
s
was
found
,
more
than
three
hundred
jars
.
Under
the
Dragonpit
!
Some
whores
have
been
using
the
ruins
to
entertain
their
patrons
,
and
one
of
them
fell
through
a
patch
of
rotted
floor
into
a
cellar
.
When
he
felt
the
jars
,
he
mistook
them
for
wine
.
He
was
so
drunk
he
broke
the
seal
and
drank
some
.
"
"
There
was
a
prince
who
tried
that
once
,
"
said
Tyrion
dryly
.
"
I
haven
’
t
seen
any
dragons
rising
over
the
city
,
so
it
would
seem
it
didn
’
t
work
this
time
either
.
"
The
Dragonpit
atop
the
hill
of
Rhaenys
had
been
abandoned
for
a
century
and
a
half
.
He
supposed
it
was
as
good
a
place
as
any
to
store
wildfire
,
and
better
than
most
,
but
it
would
have
been
nice
if
the
late
Lord
Rossart
had
told
someone
.
"
Three
hundred
jars
,
you
say
?
That
still
does
not
account
for
these
totals
.
You
are
several
thousand
jars
ahead
of
the
best
estimate
you
gave
me
when
last
we
met
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
that
’
s
so
.
"
Hallyne
mopped
at
his
pale
brow
with
the
sleeve
of
his
black
-
and
-
scarlet
robe
.
"
We
have
been
working
very
hard
,
my
lord
Hand
,
hmmm
.
"
"
That
would
doubtless
explain
why
you
are
making
so
much
more
of
the
substance
than
before
.
"
Smiling
,
Tyrion
fixed
the
pyromancer
with
his
mismatched
stare
.
"
Though
it
does
raise
the
question
of
why
you
did
not
begin
working
hard
until
now
.
"
Hallyne
had
the
complexion
of
a
mushroom
,
so
it
was
hard
to
see
how
he
could
turn
any
paler
,
yet
somehow
he
managed
.
"
We
were
,
my
lord
Hand
,
my
brothers
and
I
have
been
laboring
day
and
night
from
the
first
,
I
assure
you
.
It
is
only
,
hmmm
,
we
have
made
so
much
of
the
substance
that
we
have
become
,
hmmm
,
more
practiced
as
it
were
,
and
also
"
—
the
alchemist
shifted
uncomfortably
—
"
certain
spells
,
hmmm
,
ancient
secrets
of
our
order
,
very
delicate
,
very
troublesome
,
but
necessary
if
the
substance
is
to
be
,
hmmm
,
all
it
should
be
.
.
.
"
