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"
The
boy
?
The
odd
boy
?
"
"
Odd
boy
.
Podrick
.
Payne
.
You
go
.
Send
him
.
"
"
As
you
will
,
my
lord
.
"
Maester
Ballabar
bobbed
his
head
and
hurried
out
.
Tyrion
could
feel
the
strength
seeping
out
of
him
as
he
waited
.
He
wondered
how
long
he
had
been
here
,
asleep
.
Cersei
would
have
me
sleep
forever
,
but
I
won
’
t
be
so
obliging
.
Podrick
Payne
entered
the
bedchamber
timid
as
a
mouse
.
"
My
lord
?
"
He
crept
close
to
the
bed
.
How
can
a
boy
so
bold
in
battle
be
so
frightened
in
a
sickroom
?
Tyrion
wondered
.
"
I
meant
to
stay
by
you
,
but
the
maester
sent
me
away
.
"
"
Send
him
away
.
Hear
me
.
Talk
’
s
hard
.
Need
dreamwine
.
Dreamwine
,
not
milk
of
the
poppy
.
Go
to
Frenken
.
Frenken
,
not
Ballabar
.
Watch
him
make
it
.
Bring
it
here
.
"
Pod
stole
a
glance
at
Tyrion
’
s
face
,
and
just
as
quickly
averted
his
eyes
.
Well
,
I
cannot
blame
him
for
that
.
"
I
want
,
"
Tyrion
went
on
,
"
mine
own
.
Guard
.
Bronn
.
Where
’
s
Bronn
?
"
"
They
made
him
a
knight
.
"
Even
frowning
hurt
.
"
Find
him
.
Bring
him
.
"
"
As
you
say
.
My
lord
.
Bronn
.
"
Tyrion
seized
the
lad
’
s
wrist
.
"
Ser
Mandon
?
"
