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Tyrion
cocked
his
head
.
"
Why
,
every
man
at
court
has
heard
him
tell
how
he
took
your
maidenhead
,
my
lady
.
"
"
That
is
a
lie
!
"
Catelyn
Stark
said
.
"
Oh
,
wicked
little
imp
,
"
Marillion
said
,
shocked
.
Kurleket
drew
his
dirk
,
a
vicious
piece
of
black
iron
.
"
At
your
word
,
m
'
lady
,
I
'll
toss
his
lying
tongue
at
your
feet
.
"
His
pig
eyes
were
wet
with
excitement
at
the
prospect
.
Catelyn
Stark
stared
at
Tyrion
with
a
coldness
on
her
face
such
as
he
had
never
seen
.
"
Petyr
Baelish
loved
me
once
.
He
was
only
a
boy
.
His
passion
was
a
tragedy
for
all
of
us
,
but
it
was
real
,
and
pure
,
and
nothing
to
be
made
mock
of
.
He
wanted
my
hand
.
That
is
the
truth
of
the
matter
.
You
are
truly
an
evil
man
,
Lannister
.
"
"
And
you
are
truly
a
fool
,
Lady
Stark
.
Littlefinger
has
never
loved
anyone
but
Littlefinger
,
and
I
promise
you
that
it
is
not
your
hand
that
he
boasts
of
,
it
's
those
ripe
breasts
of
yours
,
and
that
sweet
mouth
,
and
the
heat
between
your
legs
.
"
Kurleket
grabbed
a
handful
of
hair
and
yanked
his
head
back
in
a
hard
jerk
,
baring
his
throat
.
Tyrion
felt
the
cold
kiss
of
steel
beneath
his
chin
.
"
Shall
I
bleed
him
,
my
lady
?
"
"
Kill
me
and
the
truth
dies
with
me
,
"
Tyrion
gasped
.
"
Let
him
talk
,
"
Catelyn
Stark
commanded
.
