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"
Why
should
I
tell
you
anything
?
"
"
To
save
your
life
.
"
"
You
think
I
fear
death
?
"
That
seemed
to
amuse
him
.
"
You
should
.
Your
crimes
will
have
earned
you
a
place
of
torment
in
the
deepest
of
the
seven
hells
,
if
the
gods
are
just
.
"
"
What
gods
are
those
,
Lady
Catelyn
?
The
trees
your
husband
prayed
to
?
How
well
did
they
serve
him
when
my
sister
took
his
head
off
?
"
Jaime
gave
a
chuckle
.
"
If
there
are
gods
,
why
is
the
world
so
full
of
pain
and
injustice
?
"
"
Because
of
men
like
you
.
"
"
There
are
no
men
like
me
.
There
’
s
only
me
.
"
There
is
nothing
here
but
arrogance
and
pride
,
and
the
empty
courage
of
a
madman
.
I
am
wasting
my
breath
with
this
one
.
If
there
was
ever
a
spark
of
honor
in
him
,
it
is
long
dead
.
"
If
you
will
not
speak
with
me
,
so
be
it
.
Drink
the
wine
or
piss
in
it
,
ser
,
it
makes
no
matter
to
me
.
"
Her
hand
was
at
the
door
pull
when
he
said
,
"
Lady
Stark
.
"
She
turned
,
waited
.
"
Things
go
to
rust
in
this
damp
,
"
Jaime
went
on
.
"
Even
a
man
’
s
courtesies
.
Stay
,
and
you
shall
have
your
answers
.
.
.
for
a
price
.
"
