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"
This
is
Tyrion
the
Imp
,
of
House
Lannister
,
who
murdered
your
father
.
"
She
raised
her
voice
so
it
carried
down
the
length
of
High
Hall
of
the
Eyrie
,
ringing
off
the
milk-white
walls
and
the
slender
pillars
,
so
every
man
could
hear
it
.
"
He
slew
the
Hand
of
the
King
!
"
"
Oh
,
did
I
kill
him
too
?
"
Tyrion
had
said
,
like
a
fool
.
That
would
have
been
a
very
good
time
to
have
kept
his
mouth
closed
and
his
head
bowed
.
He
could
see
that
now
;
seven
hells
,
he
had
seen
it
then
.
The
High
Hall
of
the
Arryns
was
long
and
austere
,
with
a
forbidding
coldness
to
its
walls
of
blue-veined
white
marble
,
but
the
faces
around
him
had
been
colder
by
far
.
The
power
of
Casterly
Rock
was
far
away
,
and
there
were
no
friends
of
the
Lannisters
in
the
Vale
of
Arryn
.
Submission
and
silence
would
have
been
his
best
defenses
.
But
Tyrion
's
mood
had
been
too
foul
for
sense
.
To
his
shame
,
he
had
faltered
during
the
last
leg
of
their
day-long
climb
up
to
the
Eyrie
,
his
stunted
legs
unable
to
take
him
any
higher
.
Bronn
had
carried
him
the
rest
of
the
way
,
and
the
humiliation
poured
oil
on
the
flames
of
his
anger
.
"
It
would
seem
I
've
been
a
busy
little
fellow
,
"
he
said
with
bitter
sarcasm
.
"
I
wonder
when
I
found
the
time
to
do
all
this
slaying
and
murdering
.
"
He
ought
to
have
remembered
who
he
was
dealing
with
.
Lysa
Arryn
and
her
half-sane
weakling
son
had
not
been
known
at
court
for
their
love
of
wit
,
especially
when
it
was
directed
at
them
.
"
Imp
,
"
Lysa
said
coldly
,
"
you
will
guard
that
mocking
tongue
of
yours
and
speak
to
my
son
politely
,
or
I
promise
you
will
have
cause
to
regret
it
.
Remember
where
you
are
.
This
is
the
Eyrie
,
and
these
are
knights
of
the
Vale
you
see
around
you
,
true
men
who
loved
Jon
Arryn
well
.
Every
one
of
them
would
die
for
me
.
"
"
Lady
Arryn
,
should
any
harm
come
to
me
,
my
brother
Jaime
will
be
pleased
to
see
that
they
do
.
"
Even
as
he
spat
out
the
words
,
Tyrion
knew
they
were
folly
.
"
Can
you
fly
,
my
lord
of
Lannister
?
"
Lady
Lysa
asked
.
"
Does
a
dwarf
have
wings
?
If
not
,
you
would
be
wiser
to
swallow
the
next
threat
that
comes
to
mind
.
"
"
I
made
no
threats
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
That
was
a
promise
.
"
