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A
low
murmuring
filled
the
High
Hall
.
He
had
her
,
Tyrion
knew
.
He
was
highborn
,
the
son
of
the
most
powerful
lord
in
the
realm
,
the
brother
of
the
queen
.
He
could
not
be
denied
a
trial
.
Guardsmen
in
sky-blue
cloaks
had
started
toward
Tyrion
,
but
Ser
Vardis
bid
them
halt
and
looked
to
Lady
Lysa
.
Her
small
mouth
twitched
in
a
petulant
smile
.
"
If
you
are
tried
and
found
to
be
guilty
of
the
crimes
for
which
you
stand
accused
,
then
by
the
king
's
own
laws
,
you
must
pay
with
your
life
's
blood
.
We
keep
no
headsman
in
the
Eyrie
,
my
lord
of
Lannister
.
Open
the
Moon
Door
.
"
The
press
of
spectators
parted
.
A
narrow
weirwood
door
stood
between
two
slender
marble
pillars
,
a
crescent
moon
carved
in
the
white
wood
.
Those
standing
closest
edged
backward
as
a
pair
of
guardsmen
marched
through
.
One
man
removed
the
heavy
bronze
bars
;
the
second
pulled
the
door
inward
.
Their
blue
cloaks
rose
snapping
from
their
shoulders
,
caught
in
the
sudden
gust
of
wind
that
came
howling
through
the
open
door
.
Beyond
was
the
emptiness
of
the
night
sky
,
speckled
with
cold
uncaring
stars
.
"
Behold
the
king
's
justice
,
"
Lysa
Arryn
said
.
Torch
flames
fluttered
like
pennons
along
the
walls
,
and
here
and
there
the
odd
torch
guttered
out
.
"
Lysa
,
I
think
this
unwise
,
"
Catelyn
Stark
said
as
the
black
wind
swirled
around
the
hall
.
Her
sister
ignored
her
.
"
You
want
a
trial
,
my
lord
of
Lannister
.
Very
well
,
a
trial
you
shall
have
.
My
son
will
listen
to
whatever
you
care
to
say
,
and
you
shall
hear
his
judgment
.
Then
you
may
leave
...
by
one
door
or
the
other
.
"
She
looked
so
pleased
with
herself
,
Tyrion
thought
,
and
small
wonder
.
How
could
a
trial
threaten
her
,
when
her
weakling
son
was
the
lord
judge
?
Tyrion
glanced
at
her
Moon
Door
.
Mother
,
I
want
to
see
him
fly
!
the
boy
had
said
.
How
many
men
had
the
snot-nosed
little
wretch
sent
through
that
door
already
?
"
I
thank
you
,
my
good
lady
,
but
I
see
no
need
to
trouble
Lord
Robert
,
"
Tyrion
said
politely
.
"
The
gods
know
the
truth
of
my
innocence
.
I
will
have
their
verdict
,
not
the
judgment
of
men
.
I
demand
trial
by
combat
.
"
