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Suddenly
,
absurdly
,
Tyrion
felt
guilty
.
He
took
a
step
forward
,
intending
to
give
the
boy
a
reassuring
pat
on
the
shoulder
or
mutter
some
word
of
apology
.
He
never
saw
the
wolf
,
where
it
was
or
how
it
came
at
him
.
One
moment
he
was
walking
toward
Snow
and
the
next
he
was
flat
on
his
back
on
the
hard
rocky
ground
,
the
book
spinning
away
from
him
as
he
fell
,
the
breath
going
out
of
him
at
the
sudden
impact
,
his
mouth
full
of
dirt
and
blood
and
rotting
leaves
.
As
he
tried
to
get
up
,
his
back
spasmed
painfully
.
He
must
have
wrenched
it
in
the
fall
.
He
ground
his
teeth
in
frustration
,
grabbed
a
root
,
and
pulled
himself
back
to
a
sitting
position
.
"
Help
me
,
"
he
said
to
the
boy
,
reaching
up
a
hand
.
And
suddenly
the
wolf
was
between
them
.
He
did
not
growl
.
The
damned
thing
never
made
a
sound
.
He
only
looked
at
him
with
those
bright
red
eyes
,
and
showed
him
his
teeth
,
and
that
was
more
than
enough
.
Tyrion
sagged
back
to
the
ground
with
a
grunt
.
"
Do
n't
help
me
,
then
.
I
'll
sit
right
here
until
you
leave
.
"
Jon
Snow
stroked
Ghost
's
thick
white
fur
,
smiling
now
.
"
Ask
me
nicely
.
"
Tyrion
Lannister
felt
the
anger
coiling
inside
him
,
and
crushed
it
out
with
a
will
.
It
was
not
the
first
time
in
his
life
he
had
been
humiliated
,
and
it
would
not
be
the
last
.
Perhaps
he
even
deserved
this
.
"
I
should
be
very
grateful
for
your
kind
assistance
,
Jon
,
"
he
said
mildly
.
"
Down
,
Ghost
,
"
the
boy
said
.
The
direwolf
sat
on
his
haunches
.
Those
red
eyes
never
left
Tyrion
.
Jon
came
around
behind
him
,
slid
his
hands
under
his
arms
,
and
lifted
him
easily
to
his
feet
.
Then
he
picked
up
the
book
and
handed
it
back
.
"
Why
did
he
attack
me
?
"
Tyrion
asked
with
a
sidelong
glance
at
the
direwolf
.
He
wiped
blood
and
dirt
from
his
mouth
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
"
Maybe
he
thought
you
were
a
grumkin
.
"
Tyrion
glanced
at
him
sharply
.
Then
he
laughed
,
a
raw
snort
of
amusement
that
came
bursting
out
through
his
nose
entirely
without
his
permission
.
"
Oh
,
gods
,
"
he
said
,
choking
on
his
laughter
and
shaking
his
head
,
"
I
suppose
I
do
rather
look
like
a
grumkin
.
What
does
he
do
to
snarks
?
"
