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"
Rickon
will
ask
when
I
'm
coming
home
.
Try
to
explain
where
I
've
gone
,
if
you
can
.
Tell
him
he
can
have
all
my
things
while
I
'm
away
,
he
'll
like
that
.
"
People
seemed
to
be
asking
a
great
deal
of
him
today
,
Tyrion
Lannister
thought
.
"
You
could
put
all
this
in
a
letter
,
you
know
.
"
"
Rickon
ca
n't
read
yet
.
Bran
...
"
He
stopped
suddenly
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
message
to
send
to
Bran
.
Help
him
,
Tyrion
.
"
"
What
help
could
I
give
him
?
I
am
no
maester
,
to
ease
his
pain
.
I
have
no
spells
to
give
him
back
his
legs
.
"
"
You
gave
me
help
when
I
needed
it
,
"
Jon
Snow
said
.
"
I
gave
you
nothing
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Words
.
"
"
Then
give
your
words
to
Bran
too
.
"
"
You
're
asking
a
lame
man
to
teach
a
cripple
how
to
dance
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
However
sincere
the
lesson
,
the
result
is
likely
to
be
grotesque
.
Still
,
I
know
what
it
is
to
love
a
brother
,
Lord
Snow
.
I
will
give
Bran
whatever
small
help
is
in
my
power
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
my
lord
of
Lannister
.
"
He
pulled
off
his
glove
and
offered
his
bare
hand
.
"
Friend
.
"
Tyrion
found
himself
oddly
touched
.
"
Most
of
my
kin
are
bastards
,
"
he
said
with
a
wry
smile
,
"
but
you
're
the
first
I
've
had
to
friend
.
"
He
pulled
a
glove
off
with
his
teeth
and
clasped
Snow
by
the
hand
,
flesh
against
flesh
.
The
boy
's
grip
was
firm
and
strong
.
