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"
Some
dear
sweet
friend
who
often
shared
meat
and
mead
with
him
,
no
doubt
.
Oh
,
but
which
one
?
There
were
many
such
.
Lord
Arryn
was
a
kindly
,
trusting
man
.
"
The
eunuch
sighed
.
"
There
was
one
boy
.
All
he
was
,
he
owed
Jon
Arryn
,
but
when
the
widow
fled
to
the
Eyrie
with
her
household
,
he
stayed
in
King
's
Landing
and
prospered
.
It
always
gladdens
my
heart
to
see
the
young
rise
in
the
world
.
"
The
whip
was
in
his
voice
again
,
every
word
a
stroke
.
"
He
must
have
cut
a
gallant
figure
in
the
tourney
,
him
in
his
bright
new
armor
,
with
those
crescent
moons
on
his
cloak
.
A
pity
he
died
so
untimely
,
before
you
could
talk
to
him
...
"
Ned
felt
half-poisoned
himself
.
"
The
squire
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ser
Hugh
.
"
Wheels
within
wheels
within
wheels
.
Ned
's
head
was
pounding
"
Why
?
Why
now
?
Jon
Arryn
had
been
Hand
for
fourteen
years
.
What
was
he
doing
that
they
had
to
kill
him
?
"
"
Asking
questions
,
"
Varys
said
,
slipping
out
the
door
.
As
he
stood
in
the
predawn
chill
watching
Chiggen
butcher
his
horse
,
Tyrion
Lannister
chalked
up
one
more
debt
owed
the
Starks
.
Steam
rose
from
inside
the
carcass
when
the
squat
sellsword
opened
the
belly
with
his
skinning
knife
.
His
hands
moved
deftly
,
with
never
a
wasted
cut
;
the
work
had
to
be
done
quickly
,
before
the
stink
of
blood
brought
shadowcats
down
from
the
heights
.
"
None
of
us
will
go
hungry
tonight
,
"
Bronn
said
.
He
was
near
a
shadow
himself
;
bone
thin
and
bone
hard
,
with
black
eyes
and
black
hair
and
a
stubble
of
beard
.
"
Some
of
us
may
,
"
Tyrion
told
him
.
"
I
am
not
fond
of
eating
horse
.
Particularly
my
horse
.
"
"
Meat
is
meat
,
"
Bronn
said
with
a
shrug
.
"
The
Dothraki
like
horse
more
than
beef
or
pork
.
"
"
Do
you
take
me
for
a
Dothraki
?
"
Tyrion
asked
sourly
.
The
Dothraki
ate
horse
,
in
truth
;
they
also
left
deformed
children
out
for
the
feral
dogs
who
ran
behind
their
khalasars
.
Dothraki
customs
had
scant
appeal
for
him
.
Chiggen
sliced
a
thin
strip
of
bloody
meat
off
the
carcass
and
held
it
up
for
inspection
.
"
Want
a
taste
,
dwarf
?
"
