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"
What
good
is
that
?
There
are
no
more
dragons
,
"
the
boy
said
with
the
easy
certainty
of
youth
.
"
So
they
say
,
"
Tyrion
replied
.
"
Sad
,
is
n't
it
?
When
I
was
your
age
,
used
to
dream
of
having
a
dragon
of
my
own
.
"
"
You
did
?
"
the
boy
said
suspiciously
.
Perhaps
he
thought
Tyrion
was
making
fun
of
him
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
Even
a
stunted
,
twisted
,
ugly
little
boy
can
look
down
over
the
world
when
he
's
seated
on
a
dragon
's
back
.
"
Tyrion
pushed
the
bearskin
aside
and
climbed
to
his
feet
.
"
I
used
to
start
fires
in
the
bowels
of
Casterly
Rock
and
stare
at
the
flames
for
hours
,
pretending
they
were
dragonfire
.
Sometimes
I
'd
imagine
my
father
burning
.
At
other
times
,
my
sister
.
"
Jon
Snow
was
staring
at
him
,
a
look
equal
parts
horror
and
fascination
.
Tyrion
guffawed
.
"
Do
n't
look
at
me
that
way
,
bastard
.
I
know
your
secret
.
You
've
dreamt
the
same
kind
of
dreams
.
"
"
No
,
"
Jon
Snow
said
,
horrified
.
"
I
would
n't
...
"
"
No
?
Never
?
"
Tyrion
raised
an
eyebrow
.
"
Well
,
no
doubt
the
Starks
have
been
terribly
good
to
you
.
I
'm
certain
Lady
Stark
treats
you
as
if
you
were
one
of
her
own
.
And
your
brother
Robb
,
he
's
always
been
kind
,
and
why
not
?
He
gets
Winterfell
and
you
get
the
Wall
.
And
your
father
...
he
must
have
good
reasons
for
packing
you
off
to
the
Night
's
Watch
...
"
"
Stop
it
,
"
Jon
Snow
said
,
his
face
dark
with
anger
.
"
The
Night
's
Watch
is
a
noble
calling
!
"
Tyrion
laughed
.
"
You
're
too
smart
to
believe
that
.
The
Night
's
Watch
is
a
midden
heap
for
all
the
misfits
of
the
realm
.
I
've
seen
you
looking
at
Yoren
and
his
boys
.
Those
are
your
new
brothers
,
Jon
Snow
,
how
do
you
like
them
?
Sullen
peasants
,
debtors
,
poachers
,
rapers
,
thieves
,
and
bastards
like
you
all
wind
up
on
the
Wall
,
watching
for
grumkins
and
snarks
and
all
the
other
monsters
your
wet
nurse
warned
you
about
.
The
good
part
is
there
are
no
grumkins
or
snarks
,
so
it
's
scarcely
dangerous
work
.
The
bad
part
is
you
freeze
your
balls
off
,
but
since
you
're
not
allowed
to
breed
anyway
,
I
do
n't
suppose
that
matters
.
"
"
Stop
it
!
"
the
boy
screamed
.
He
took
a
step
forward
,
his
hands
coiling
into
fists
,
close
to
tears
.
