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"
My
thanks
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
thing
is
,
you
did
not
know
the
Starks
.
Lord
Eddard
is
a
proud
,
honorable
,
and
honest
man
,
and
his
lady
wife
is
worse
.
Oh
,
no
doubt
she
would
have
found
a
coin
or
two
for
you
when
this
was
all
over
,
and
pressed
it
in
your
hand
with
a
polite
word
and
a
look
of
distaste
,
but
that
's
the
most
you
could
have
hoped
for
.
The
Starks
look
for
courage
and
loyalty
and
honor
in
the
men
they
choose
to
serve
them
,
and
if
truth
be
told
,
you
and
Chiggen
were
lowborn
scum
.
"
Tyrion
struck
the
flint
against
his
dagger
,
trying
for
a
spark
.
Nothing
.
Bronn
snorted
.
"
You
have
a
bold
tongue
,
little
man
.
One
day
someone
is
like
to
cut
it
out
and
make
you
eat
it
.
"
"
Everyone
tells
me
that
.
"
Tyrion
glanced
up
at
the
sellsword
.
"
Did
I
offend
you
?
My
pardons
...
but
you
are
scum
,
Bronn
,
make
no
mistake
.
Duty
,
honor
,
friendship
,
what
's
that
to
you
?
No
,
do
n't
trouble
yourself
,
we
both
know
the
answer
.
Still
,
you
're
not
stupid
.
Once
we
reached
the
Vale
,
Lady
Stark
had
no
more
need
of
you
...
but
I
did
,
and
the
one
thing
the
Lannisters
have
never
lacked
for
is
gold
.
When
the
moment
came
to
toss
the
dice
,
I
was
counting
on
your
being
smart
enough
to
know
where
your
best
interest
lay
.
Happily
for
me
,
you
did
.
"
He
slammed
stone
and
steel
together
again
,
fruitlessly
.
"
Here
,
"
said
Bronn
,
squatting
,
"
I
'll
do
it
.
"
He
took
the
knife
and
flint
from
Tyrion
's
hands
and
struck
sparks
on
his
first
try
.
A
curl
of
bark
began
to
smolder
.
"
Well
done
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Scum
you
may
be
,
but
you
're
undeniably
useful
,
and
with
a
sword
in
your
hand
you
're
almost
as
good
as
my
brother
Jaime
.
What
do
you
want
,
Bronn
?
Gold
?
Land
?
Women
?
Keep
me
alive
,
and
you
'll
have
it
.
"
Bronn
blew
gently
on
the
fire
,
and
the
flames
leapt
up
higher
.
"
And
if
you
die
?
"
"
Why
then
,
I
'll
have
one
mourner
whose
grief
is
sincere
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
grinning
.
"
The
gold
ends
when
I
do
.
"
The
fire
was
blazing
up
nicely
.
Bronn
stood
,
tucked
the
flint
back
into
his
pouch
,
and
tossed
Tyrion
his
dagger
.
"
Fair
enough
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
sword
's
yours
,
then
...
but
do
n't
go
looking
for
me
to
bend
the
knee
and
m
'
lord
you
every
time
you
take
a
shit
.
I
'm
no
man
's
toady
.
"
"
Nor
any
man
's
friend
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
I
've
no
doubt
you
'd
betray
me
as
quick
as
you
did
Lady
Stark
,
if
you
saw
a
profit
in
it
.
If
the
day
ever
comes
when
you
're
tempted
to
sell
me
out
,
remember
this
,
Bronn
--
I
'll
match
their
price
,
whatever
it
is
.
I
like
living
.
And
now
,
do
you
think
you
could
do
something
about
finding
us
some
supper
?
"
