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Little
Lord
Robert
hopped
to
his
feet
at
that
,
so
upset
he
dropped
his
doll
.
"
You
ca
n't
hurt
us
,
"
he
screamed
.
"
No
one
can
hurt
us
here
.
Tell
him
,
Mother
,
tell
him
he
ca
n't
hurt
us
here
.
"
The
boy
began
to
twitch
.
"
The
Eyrie
is
impregnable
,
"
Lysa
Arryn
declared
calmly
.
She
drew
her
son
close
,
holding
him
safe
in
the
circle
of
her
plump
white
arms
.
"
The
Imp
is
trying
to
frighten
us
,
sweet
baby
.
The
Lannisters
are
all
liars
.
No
one
will
hurt
my
sweet
boy
.
"
The
hell
of
it
was
,
she
was
no
doubt
right
.
Having
seen
what
it
took
to
get
here
,
Tyrion
could
well
imagine
how
it
would
be
for
a
knight
trying
to
fight
his
way
up
in
armor
,
while
stones
and
arrows
poured
down
from
above
and
enemies
contested
with
him
for
every
step
.
Nightmare
did
not
begin
to
describe
it
.
Small
wonder
the
Eyrie
had
never
been
taken
.
Still
,
Tyrion
had
been
unable
to
silence
himself
.
"
Not
impregnable
,
"
he
said
,
"
merely
inconvenient
.
"
Young
Robert
pointed
down
,
his
hand
trembling
.
"
You
're
a
liar
.
Mother
,
I
want
to
see
him
fly
.
"
Two
guardsmen
in
sky-blue
cloaks
seized
Tyrion
by
the
arms
,
lifting
him
off
his
floor
.
The
gods
only
know
what
might
have
happened
then
were
it
not
for
Catelyn
Stark
.
"
Sister
,
"
she
called
out
from
where
she
stood
below
the
thrones
,
"
I
beg
you
to
remember
,
this
man
is
my
prisoner
.
I
will
not
have
him
harmed
.
"
Lysa
Arryn
glanced
at
her
sister
coolly
for
a
moment
,
then
rose
and
swept
down
on
Tyrion
,
her
long
skirts
trailing
after
her
.
For
an
instant
he
feared
she
would
strike
him
,
but
instead
she
commanded
them
to
release
him
.
Her
men
shoved
him
to
the
floor
,
his
legs
went
out
from
under
him
,
and
Tyrion
fell
.
He
must
have
made
quite
a
sight
as
he
struggled
to
his
knees
,
only
to
feel
his
right
leg
spasm
,
sending
him
sprawling
once
more
.
Laughter
boomed
up
and
down
the
High
Hall
of
the
Arryns
.
"
My
sister
's
little
guest
is
too
weary
to
stand
,
"
Lady
Lysa
announced
.
"
Ser
Vardis
,
take
him
down
to
the
dungeon
.
A
rest
in
one
of
our
sky
cells
will
do
him
much
good
.
"
