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Even
Mord
had
scarcely
believed
it
when
Tyrion
tossed
him
the
leather
purse
.
The
gaoler
's
eyes
had
gone
big
as
boiled
eggs
as
he
yanked
open
the
drawstring
and
beheld
the
glint
of
gold
.
"
I
kept
the
silver
,
"
Tyrion
had
told
him
with
a
crooked
smile
,
"
but
you
were
promised
the
gold
,
and
there
it
is
.
"
It
was
more
than
a
man
like
Mord
could
hope
to
earn
in
a
lifetime
of
abusing
prisoners
.
"
And
remember
what
I
said
,
this
is
only
a
taste
.
If
you
ever
grow
tired
of
Lady
Arryn
's
service
,
present
yourself
at
Casterly
Rock
,
and
I
'll
pay
you
the
rest
of
what
I
owe
you
.
"
With
golden
dragons
spilling
out
of
both
hands
,
Mord
had
fallen
to
his
knees
and
promised
that
he
would
do
just
that
.
Bronn
yanked
out
his
dirk
and
pulled
the
meat
from
the
fire
.
He
began
to
carve
thick
chunks
of
charred
meat
off
the
bone
as
Tyrion
hollowed
out
two
heels
of
stale
bread
to
serve
as
trenchers
.
"
If
we
do
reach
the
river
,
what
will
you
do
then
?
"
the
sellsword
asked
as
he
cut
.
"
Oh
,
a
whore
and
a
featherbed
and
a
flagon
of
wine
,
for
a
start
.
"
Tyrion
held
out
his
trencher
,
and
Bronn
filled
it
with
meat
.
"
And
then
to
Casterly
Rock
or
King
's
Landing
,
I
think
.
I
have
some
questions
that
want
answering
,
concerning
a
certain
dagger
.
"
The
sellsword
chewed
and
swallowed
.
"
So
you
were
telling
it
true
?
It
was
not
your
knife
?
"
Tyrion
smiled
thinly
.
"
Do
I
look
a
liar
to
you
?
"
By
the
time
their
bellies
were
full
,
the
stars
had
come
out
and
a
halfmoon
was
rising
over
the
mountains
.
Tyrion
spread
his
shadowskin
cloak
on
the
ground
and
stretched
out
with
his
saddle
for
a
pillow
.
"
Our
friends
are
taking
their
sweet
time
.
"
"
If
I
were
them
,
I
'd
fear
a
trap
,
"
Bronn
said
.
"
Why
else
would
we
be
so
open
,
if
not
to
lure
them
in
?
"
Tyrion
chuckled
.
"
Then
we
ought
to
sing
and
send
them
fleeing
in
terror
.
"
He
began
to
whistle
a
tune
.
"
You
're
mad
,
dwarf
,
"
Bronn
said
as
he
cleaned
the
grease
out
from
under
his
nails
with
his
dirk
.
