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"
It
might
be
said
that
your
death
is
the
point
,
Lannister
,
"
Catelyn
Stark
replied
.
"
I
think
not
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
If
you
wanted
me
dead
,
you
had
only
to
say
the
word
,
and
one
of
these
staunch
friends
of
yours
would
gladly
have
given
me
a
red
smile
.
"
He
looked
at
Kurleket
,
but
the
man
was
too
dim
to
taste
the
mockery
.
"
The
Starks
do
not
murder
men
in
their
beds
.
"
"
Nor
do
I
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
tell
you
again
,
I
had
no
part
in
the
attempt
to
kill
your
son
.
"
"
The
assassin
was
armed
with
your
dagger
.
"
Tyrion
felt
the
heat
rise
in
him
.
"
It
was
not
my
dagger
,
"
he
insisted
.
"
How
many
times
must
I
swear
to
that
?
Lady
Stark
,
whatever
you
may
believe
of
me
,
I
am
not
a
stupid
man
.
Only
a
fool
would
arm
a
common
footpad
with
his
own
blade
.
"
Just
for
a
moment
,
he
thought
he
saw
a
flicker
of
doubt
in
her
eyes
,
but
what
she
said
was
,
"
Why
would
Petyr
lie
to
me
?
"
"
Why
does
a
bear
shit
in
the
woods
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
Because
it
is
his
nature
.
Lying
comes
as
easily
as
breathing
to
a
man
like
Littlefinger
.
You
ought
to
know
that
,
you
of
all
people
.
"
She
took
a
step
toward
him
,
her
face
tight
.
"
And
what
does
that
mean
,
Lannister
?
"
