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"
My
brother
Jaime
gave
me
that
mare
for
my
twenty-third
name
day
,
"
Tyrion
said
in
a
flat
voice
.
"
Thank
him
for
us
,
then
.
If
you
ever
see
him
again
.
"
Chiggen
grinned
,
showing
yellow
teeth
,
and
swallowed
the
raw
meat
in
two
bites
.
"
Tastes
well
bred
.
"
"
Better
if
you
fry
it
up
with
onions
,
"
Bronn
put
in
.
Wordlessly
,
Tyrion
limped
away
.
The
cold
had
settled
deep
in
his
bones
,
and
his
legs
were
so
sore
he
could
scarcely
walk
.
Perhaps
his
dead
mare
was
the
lucky
one
.
He
had
hours
more
riding
ahead
of
him
,
followed
by
a
few
mouthfuls
of
food
and
a
short
,
cold
sleep
on
hard
ground
,
and
then
another
night
of
the
same
,
and
another
,
and
another
,
and
the
gods
only
knew
how
it
would
end
.
"
Damn
her
,
"
he
muttered
as
he
struggled
up
the
road
to
rejoin
his
captors
,
remembering
,
"
damn
her
and
all
the
Starks
.
"
The
memory
was
still
bitter
.
One
moment
he
'd
been
ordering
supper
,
and
an
eye
blink
later
he
was
facing
a
room
of
armed
men
,
with
Jyck
reaching
for
a
sword
and
the
fat
innkeep
shrieking
,
"
No
swords
,
not
here
,
please
,
m
'
lords
.
"
Tyrion
wrenched
down
Jyck
's
arm
hurriedly
,
before
he
got
them
both
hacked
to
pieces
.
"
Where
are
your
courtesies
,
Jyck
?
Our
good
hostess
said
no
swords
.
Do
as
she
asks
.
"
He
forced
a
smile
that
must
have
looked
as
queasy
as
it
felt
.
"
You
're
making
a
sad
mistake
,
Lady
Stark
.
I
had
no
part
in
any
attack
on
your
son
.
On
my
honor
--
"
"
Lannister
honor
,
"
was
all
she
said
.
She
held
up
her
hands
for
all
the
room
to
see
.
"
His
dagger
left
these
scars
.
The
blade
he
sent
to
open
my
son
's
throat
.
"
Tyrion
felt
the
anger
all
around
him
,
thick
and
smoky
,
fed
by
the
deep
cuts
in
the
Stark
woman
's
hands
.
"
Kill
him
,
"
hissed
some
drunken
slattern
from
the
back
,
and
other
voices
took
up
the
call
,
faster
than
he
would
have
believed
.
Strangers
all
,
friendly
enough
only
a
moment
ago
,
and
yet
now
they
cried
for
his
blood
like
hounds
on
a
trail
.
Tyrion
spoke
up
loudly
,
trying
to
keep
the
quaver
from
his
voice
.
"
If
Lady
Stark
believes
I
have
some
crime
to
answer
for
,
I
will
go
with
her
and
answer
for
it
.
"
