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Tyrion
grinned
.
"
Then
I
shall
scour
the
Seven
Kingdoms
for
dwarfs
and
ship
them
all
to
you
,
Lord
Mormont
.
"
As
they
laughed
,
he
sucked
the
meat
from
a
crab
leg
and
reached
for
another
.
The
crabs
had
arrived
from
Eastwatch
only
this
morning
,
packed
in
a
barrel
of
snow
,
and
they
were
succulent
.
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
was
the
only
man
at
table
who
did
not
so
much
as
crack
a
smile
.
"
Lannister
mocks
us
.
"
"
Only
you
,
Ser
Alliser
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
This
time
the
laughter
round
the
table
had
a
nervous
,
uncertain
quality
to
it
.
Thorne
's
black
eyes
fixed
on
Tyrion
with
loathing
.
"
You
have
a
bold
tongue
for
someone
who
is
less
than
half
a
man
.
Perhaps
you
and
I
should
visit
the
yard
together
.
"
"
Why
?
"
asked
Tyrion
.
"
The
crabs
are
here
.
"
The
remark
brought
more
guffaws
from
the
others
.
Ser
Alliser
stood
up
,
his
mouth
a
tight
line
.
"
Come
and
make
your
japes
with
steel
in
your
hand
.
"
Tyrion
looked
pointedly
at
his
right
hand
.
"
Why
,
I
have
steel
in
my
hand
,
Ser
Alliser
,
although
it
appears
to
be
a
crab
fork
.
Shall
we
duel
?
"
He
hopped
up
on
his
chair
and
began
poking
at
Thorne
's
chest
with
the
tiny
fork
.
Roars
of
laughter
filled
the
tower
room
.
Bits
of
crab
flew
from
the
Lord
Commander
's
mouth
as
he
began
to
gasp
and
choke
.
Even
his
raven
joined
in
,
cawing
loudly
from
above
the
window
.
"
Duel
!
Duel
!
Duel
!
"
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
walked
from
the
room
so
stiffly
it
looked
as
though
he
had
a
dagger
up
his
butt
.
Mormont
was
still
gasping
for
breath
.
Tyrion
pounded
him
on
the
back
.
"
To
the
victor
goes
the
spoils
,
"
he
called
out
.
"
I
claim
Thorne
's
share
of
the
crabs
.
"
