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"
Absurd
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Tyrion
began
to
whistle
the
song
again
.
"
I
married
her
,
"
he
finally
admitted
.
"
A
Lannister
of
Casterly
Rock
wed
to
a
crofter
's
daughter
,
"
Bronn
said
.
"
How
did
you
manage
that
?
"
"
Oh
,
you
'd
be
astonished
at
what
a
boy
can
make
of
a
few
lies
,
fifty
pieces
of
silver
,
and
a
drunken
septon
.
I
dared
not
bring
my
bride
home
to
Casterly
Rock
,
so
I
set
her
up
in
a
cottage
of
her
own
,
and
for
a
fortnight
we
played
at
being
man
and
wife
.
And
then
the
septon
sobered
and
confessed
all
to
my
lord
father
.
"
Tyrion
was
surprised
at
how
desolate
it
made
him
feel
to
say
it
,
even
after
all
these
years
.
Perhaps
he
was
just
tired
.
"
That
was
the
end
of
my
marriage
.
"
He
sat
up
and
stared
at
the
dying
fire
,
blinking
at
the
light
.
"
He
sent
the
girl
away
?
"
"
He
did
better
than
that
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
First
he
made
my
brother
tell
me
the
truth
.
The
girl
was
a
whore
,
you
see
.
Jaime
arranged
the
whole
affair
,
the
road
,
the
outlaws
,
all
of
it
.
He
thought
it
was
time
I
had
a
woman
.
He
paid
double
for
a
maiden
,
knowing
it
would
be
my
first
time
.
"
After
Jaime
had
made
his
confession
,
to
drive
home
the
lesson
,
Lord
Tywin
brought
my
wife
in
and
gave
her
to
his
guards
.
They
paid
her
fair
enough
.
A
silver
for
each
man
,
how
many
whores
command
that
high
a
price
?
He
sat
me
down
in
the
corner
of
the
barracks
and
bade
me
watch
,
and
at
the
end
she
had
so
many
silvers
the
coins
were
slipping
through
her
fingers
and
rolling
on
the
floor
,
she
...
"
The
smoke
was
stinging
his
eyes
.
Tyrion
cleared
his
throat
and
turned
away
from
the
fire
,
to
gaze
out
into
darkness
.
"
Lord
Tywin
had
me
go
last
,
"
he
said
in
a
quiet
voice
.
"
And
he
gave
me
a
gold
coin
to
pay
her
,
because
I
was
a
Lannister
,
and
worth
more
.
"
After
a
time
he
heard
the
noise
again
,
the
rasp
of
steel
on
stone
as
Bronn
sharpened
his
sword
.
"
Thirteen
or
thirty
or
three
,
I
would
have
killed
the
man
who
did
that
to
me
.
"
Tyrion
swung
around
to
face
him
.
"
You
may
get
that
chance
one
day
.
Remember
what
I
told
you
.
A
Lannister
always
pays
his
debts
.
"
He
yawned
.
"
I
think
I
will
try
and
sleep
.
Wake
me
if
we
're
about
to
die
.
"
He
rolled
himself
up
in
the
shadowskin
and
shut
his
eyes
.
The
ground
was
stony
and
cold
,
but
after
a
time
Tyrion
Lannister
did
sleep
.
He
dreamt
of
the
sky
cell
.
This
time
he
was
the
gaoler
,
not
the
prisoner
,
big
,
with
a
strap
in
his
hand
,
and
he
was
hitting
his
father
,
driving
him
back
,
toward
the
abyss
...
