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"
If
so
,
I
prefer
to
die
comfortable
,
"
Tyrion
replied
.
"
We
need
a
fire
.
The
nights
are
cold
up
here
,
and
hot
food
will
warm
our
bellies
and
lift
our
spirits
.
Do
you
suppose
there
's
any
game
to
be
had
?
Lady
Lysa
has
kindly
provided
us
with
a
veritable
feast
of
salt
beef
,
hard
cheese
,
and
stale
bread
,
but
I
would
hate
to
break
a
tooth
so
far
from
the
nearest
maester
.
"
"
I
can
find
meat
.
"
Beneath
a
fall
of
black
hair
,
Bronn
's
dark
eyes
regarded
Tyrion
suspiciously
.
"
I
should
leave
you
here
with
your
fool
's
fire
.
If
I
took
your
horse
,
I
'd
have
twice
the
chance
to
make
it
through
.
What
would
you
do
then
,
dwarf
?
"
"
Die
,
most
like
.
"
Tyrion
stooped
to
get
another
stick
.
"
You
do
n't
think
I
'd
do
it
?
"
"
You
'd
do
it
in
an
instant
,
if
it
meant
your
life
.
You
were
quick
enough
to
silence
your
friend
Chiggen
when
he
caught
that
arrow
in
his
belly
.
"
Bronn
had
yanked
back
the
man
's
head
by
the
hair
and
driven
the
point
of
his
dirk
in
under
the
ear
,
and
afterward
told
Catelyn
Stark
that
the
other
sellsword
had
died
of
his
wound
.
"
He
was
good
as
dead
,
"
Bronn
said
,
"
and
his
moaning
was
bringing
them
down
on
us
.
Chiggen
would
have
done
the
same
for
me
...
and
he
was
no
friend
,
only
a
man
I
rode
with
.
Make
no
mistake
,
dwarf
.
I
fought
for
you
,
but
I
do
not
love
you
.
"
"
It
was
your
blade
I
needed
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
"
not
your
love
.
"
He
dumped
his
armful
of
wood
on
the
ground
.
Bronn
grinned
.
"
You
're
bold
as
any
sellsword
,
I
'll
give
you
that
.
How
did
you
know
I
'd
take
your
part
?
"
"
Know
?
"
Tyrion
squatted
awkwardly
on
his
stunted
legs
to
build
the
fire
.
"
I
tossed
the
dice
.
Back
at
the
inn
,
you
and
Chiggen
helped
take
me
captive
.
Why
?
The
others
saw
it
as
their
duty
,
for
the
honor
of
the
lords
they
served
,
but
not
you
two
.
You
had
no
lord
,
no
duty
,
and
precious
little
honor
,
so
why
trouble
to
involve
yourselves
?
"
He
took
out
his
knife
and
whittled
some
thin
strips
of
bark
off
one
of
the
sticks
he
'd
gathered
,
to
serve
as
kindling
.
"
Well
,
why
do
sellswords
do
anything
?
For
gold
.
You
were
thinking
Lady
Catelyn
would
reward
you
for
your
help
,
perhaps
even
take
you
into
her
service
.
Here
,
that
should
do
,
I
hope
.
Do
you
have
a
flint
?
"
Bronn
slid
two
fingers
into
the
pouch
at
his
belt
and
tossed
down
a
flint
.
Tyrion
caught
it
in
the
air
.
