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The
guardsmen
jerked
him
upright
.
Tyrion
Lannister
dangled
between
them
,
kicking
feebly
,
his
face
red
with
shame
.
"
I
will
remember
this
,
"
he
told
them
all
as
they
carried
him
off
.
And
so
he
did
,
for
all
the
good
it
did
him
.
At
first
he
had
consoled
himself
that
this
imprisonment
could
not
last
long
.
Lysa
Arryn
wanted
to
humble
him
,
that
was
all
.
She
would
send
for
him
again
,
and
soon
.
If
not
her
,
then
Catelyn
Stark
would
want
to
question
him
.
This
time
he
would
guard
his
tongue
more
closely
.
They
dare
not
kill
him
out
of
hand
;
he
was
still
a
Lannister
of
Casterly
Rock
,
and
if
they
shed
his
blood
,
it
would
mean
war
.
Or
so
he
had
told
himself
.
Now
he
was
not
so
certain
.
Perhaps
his
captors
only
meant
to
let
him
rot
here
,
but
he
feared
he
did
not
have
the
strength
to
rot
for
long
.
He
was
growing
weaker
every
day
,
and
it
was
only
a
matter
of
time
until
Mord
's
kicks
and
blows
did
him
serious
harm
,
provided
the
gaoler
did
not
starve
him
to
death
first
.
A
few
more
nights
of
cold
and
hunger
,
and
the
blue
would
start
calling
to
him
too
.
He
wondered
what
was
happening
beyond
the
walls
(
such
as
they
were
)
of
his
cell
.
Lord
Tywin
would
surely
have
sent
out
riders
when
the
word
reached
him
.
Jaime
might
be
leading
a
host
through
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
even
now
...
unless
he
was
riding
north
against
Winterfell
instead
.
Did
anyone
outside
the
Vale
even
suspect
where
Catelyn
Stark
had
taken
him
?
He
wondered
what
Cersei
would
do
when
she
heard
.
The
king
could
order
him
freed
,
but
would
Robert
listen
to
his
queen
or
his
Hand
?
Tyrion
had
no
illusions
about
the
king
's
love
for
his
sister
.
If
Cersei
kept
her
wits
about
her
,
she
would
insist
the
king
sit
in
judgment
of
Tyrion
himself
.
Even
Ned
Stark
could
scarcely
object
to
that
,
not
without
impugning
the
honor
of
the
king
.
And
Tyrion
would
be
only
too
glad
to
take
his
chances
in
a
trial
.
Whatever
murders
they
might
lay
at
his
door
,
the
Starks
had
no
proof
of
anything
so
far
as
he
could
see
.
Let
them
make
their
case
before
the
Iron
Throne
and
the
lords
of
the
land
.
It
would
be
the
end
of
them
.
If
only
Cersei
were
clever
enough
to
see
that
...
Tyrion
Lannister
sighed
.
His
sister
was
not
without
a
certain
low
cunning
,
but
her
pride
blinded
her
.
She
would
see
the
insult
in
this
,
not
the
opportunity
.
And
Jaime
was
even
worse
,
rash
and
headstrong
and
quick
to
anger
.
His
brother
never
untied
a
knot
when
he
could
slash
it
in
two
with
his
sword
.
He
wondered
which
of
them
had
sent
the
footpad
to
silence
the
Stark
boy
,
and
whether
they
had
truly
conspired
at
the
death
of
Lord
Arryn
.
If
the
old
Hand
had
been
murdered
,
it
was
deftly
and
subtly
done
.
Men
of
his
age
died
of
sudden
illness
all
the
time
.
In
contrast
,
sending
some
oaf
with
a
stolen
knife
after
Brandon
Stark
struck
him
as
unbelievably
clumsy
.
And
was
n't
that
peculiar
,
come
to
think
on
it
...
