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"
Where
's
your
love
of
music
,
Bronn
?
"
"
If
it
was
music
you
wanted
,
you
should
have
gotten
the
singer
to
champion
you
.
"
Tyrion
grinned
.
"
That
would
have
been
amusing
.
I
can
just
see
him
fending
off
Ser
Vardis
with
his
woodharp
.
"
He
resumed
his
whistling
.
"
Do
you
know
this
song
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
hear
it
here
and
there
,
in
inns
and
whorehouses
.
"
"
Myrish
.
'
The
Seasons
of
My
Love
.
'
Sweet
and
sad
,
if
you
understand
the
words
.
The
first
girl
I
ever
bedded
used
to
sing
it
,
and
I
've
never
been
able
to
put
it
out
of
my
head
.
"
Tyrion
gazed
up
at
the
sky
.
It
was
a
clear
cold
night
and
the
stars
shone
down
upon
the
mountains
as
bright
and
merciless
as
truth
.
"
I
met
her
on
a
night
like
this
,
"
he
heard
himself
saying
.
"
Jaime
and
I
were
riding
back
from
Lannisport
when
we
heard
a
scream
,
and
she
came
running
out
into
the
road
with
two
men
dogging
her
heels
,
shouting
threats
.
My
brother
unsheathed
his
sword
and
went
after
them
,
while
I
dismounted
to
protect
the
girl
.
She
was
scarcely
a
year
older
than
I
was
,
dark-haired
,
slender
,
with
a
face
that
would
break
your
heart
.
It
certainly
broke
mine
.
Lowborn
,
half-starved
,
unwashed
...
yet
lovely
.
They
'd
torn
the
rags
she
was
wearing
half
off
her
back
,
so
I
wrapped
her
in
my
cloak
while
Jaime
chased
the
men
into
the
woods
.
By
the
time
he
came
trotting
back
,
I
'd
gotten
a
name
out
of
her
,
and
a
story
.
She
was
a
crofter
's
child
,
orphaned
when
her
father
died
of
fever
,
on
her
way
to
...
well
,
nowhere
,
really
.
"
Jaime
was
all
in
a
lather
to
hunt
down
the
men
.
It
was
not
often
outlaws
dared
prey
on
travelers
so
near
to
Casterly
Rock
,
and
he
took
it
as
an
insult
.
The
girl
was
too
frightened
to
send
off
by
herself
,
though
,
so
I
offered
to
take
her
to
the
closest
inn
and
feed
her
while
my
brother
rode
back
to
the
Rock
for
help
.
"
She
was
hungrier
than
I
would
have
believed
.
We
finished
two
whole
chickens
and
part
of
a
third
,
and
drank
a
flagon
of
wine
,
talking
.
I
was
only
thirteen
,
and
the
wine
went
to
my
head
,
I
fear
.
The
next
thing
I
knew
,
I
was
sharing
her
bed
.
If
she
was
shy
,
I
was
shyer
.
I
'll
never
know
where
I
found
the
courage
.
When
I
broke
her
maidenhead
,
she
wept
,
but
afterward
she
kissed
me
and
sang
her
little
song
,
and
by
morning
I
was
in
love
.
"
"
You
?
"
Bronn
's
voice
was
amused
.
