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The
rope
had
been
so
tight
as
to
cut
off
the
blood
to
her
hands
.
She
cried
out
in
pain
as
the
circulation
returned
.
Tyrion
massaged
her
fingers
gently
until
feeling
returned
.
"
Sweetling
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
must
be
brave
.
I
am
sorry
they
hurt
you
.
"
"
I
know
you
’
ll
free
me
,
my
lord
.
"
"
I
will
,
"
he
promised
,
and
Alayaya
bent
over
and
kissed
him
on
the
brow
.
Her
broken
lips
left
a
smear
of
blood
on
his
forehead
.
A
bloody
kiss
is
more
than
I
deserve
,
Tyrion
thought
.
She
would
never
have
been
hurt
but
for
me
.
Her
blood
still
marked
him
as
he
looked
down
at
the
queen
.
"
I
have
never
liked
you
,
Cersei
,
but
you
were
my
own
sister
,
so
I
never
did
you
harm
.
You
’
ve
ended
that
.
I
will
hurt
you
for
this
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
yet
,
but
give
me
time
.
A
day
will
come
when
you
think
yourself
safe
and
happy
,
and
suddenly
your
joy
will
turn
to
ashes
in
your
mouth
,
and
you
’
ll
know
the
debt
is
paid
.
"
In
war
,
his
father
had
told
him
once
,
the
battle
is
over
in
the
instant
one
army
breaks
and
flees
.
No
matter
that
they
’
re
as
numerous
as
they
were
a
moment
before
,
still
armed
and
armored
;
once
they
had
run
before
you
they
would
not
turn
to
fight
again
.
So
it
was
with
Cersei
.
"
Get
out
!
"
was
all
the
answer
she
could
summon
.
"
Get
out
of
my
sight
!
"
Tyrion
bowed
.
"
Good
night
,
then
.
And
pleasant
dreams
.
"
He
made
his
way
back
to
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
with
a
thousand
armored
feet
marching
through
his
skull
.
I
ought
to
have
seen
this
coming
the
first
time
I
slipped
through
the
back
of
Chataya
’
s
wardrobe
.
Perhaps
he
had
not
wanted
to
see
.
His
legs
were
aching
badly
by
the
time
he
had
made
the
climb
.
He
sent
Pod
for
a
flagon
of
wine
and
pushed
his
way
into
his
bedchamber
.
Shae
sat
cross
-
legged
in
the
canopied
bed
,
nude
but
for
the
heavy
golden
chain
that
looped
across
the
swell
of
her
breasts
:
a
chain
of
linked
golden
hands
,
each
clasping
the
next
.
Tyrion
had
not
expected
her
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
