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There
was
no
shortage
of
horses
now
.
Tyrion
moved
his
saddle
to
Jyck
's
spotted
gelding
,
who
looked
strong
enough
to
last
another
three
or
four
days
at
least
.
He
was
about
to
mount
when
Lharys
stepped
up
and
said
,
"
I
'll
take
that
dirk
now
,
dwarf
.
"
"
Let
him
keep
it
.
"
Catelyn
Stark
looked
down
from
her
horse
.
"
And
see
that
he
has
his
axe
back
as
well
.
We
may
have
need
of
it
if
we
are
attacked
again
.
"
"
You
have
my
thanks
,
lady
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
mounting
up
.
"
Save
them
,
"
she
said
curtly
.
"
I
trust
you
no
more
than
I
did
before
.
"
She
was
gone
before
he
could
frame
a
reply
.
Tyrion
adjusted
his
stolen
helm
and
took
the
axe
from
Bronn
.
He
remembered
how
he
had
begun
the
journey
,
with
his
wrists
bound
and
a
hood
pulled
down
over
his
head
,
and
decided
that
this
was
a
definite
improvement
.
Lady
Stark
could
keep
her
trust
;
so
long
as
he
could
keep
the
axe
,
he
would
count
himself
ahead
in
the
game
.
Ser
Willis
Wode
led
them
out
.
Bronn
took
the
rear
,
with
Lady
Stark
safely
in
the
middle
,
Ser
Rodrik
a
shadow
beside
her
.
Marillion
kept
throwing
sullen
looks
back
at
Tyrion
as
they
rode
.
The
singer
had
broken
several
ribs
,
his
woodharp
,
and
all
four
fingers
on
his
playing
hand
,
yet
the
day
had
not
been
an
utter
loss
to
him
;
somewhere
he
had
acquired
a
magnificent
shadowskin
cloak
,
thick
black
fur
slashed
by
stripes
of
white
.
He
huddled
beneath
its
folds
silently
,
and
for
once
had
nothing
to
say
.
They
heard
the
deep
growls
of
shadowcats
behind
them
before
they
had
gone
half
a
mile
,
and
later
the
wild
snarling
of
the
beasts
fighting
over
the
corpses
they
had
left
behind
.
Marillion
grew
visibly
pale
.
Tyrion
trotted
up
beside
him
.
"
Craven
,
"
he
said
,
"
rhymes
nicely
with
raven
.
"
He
kicked
his
horse
and
moved
past
the
singer
,
up
to
Ser
Rodrik
and
Catelyn
Stark
.
She
looked
at
him
,
lips
pressed
tightly
together
.
"
As
I
was
saying
before
we
were
so
rudely
interrupted
,
"
Tyrion
began
,
"
there
is
a
serious
flaw
in
Littlefinger
's
fable
Whatever
you
may
believe
of
me
,
Lady
Stark
,
I
promise
you
this
--
I
never
bet
against
my
family
.
"
