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"
This
hauberk
I
wear
is
large
for
me
,
but
it
should
fit
Conn
nicely
,
and
the
battle-axe
I
carry
would
suit
Shagga
's
mighty
hand
far
better
than
that
wood-axe
he
holds
.
"
"
The
halfman
would
pay
us
with
our
own
coin
,
"
said
Conn.
.
"
Conn
speaks
truly
,
"
Gunthor
said
.
"
Your
silver
is
ours
.
Your
horses
are
ours
.
Your
hauberk
and
your
battle-axe
and
the
knife
at
your
belt
,
those
are
ours
too
.
You
have
nothing
to
give
us
but
your
lives
.
How
would
you
like
to
die
,
Tyrion
son
of
Tywin
?
"
"
In
my
own
bed
,
with
a
belly
full
of
wine
and
a
maiden
's
mouth
around
my
cock
,
at
the
age
of
eighty
,
"
he
replied
.
The
huge
one
,
Shagga
,
laughed
first
and
loudest
.
The
others
seemed
less
amused
.
"
Conn
,
take
their
horses
,
"
Gunthor
commanded
.
"
Kill
the
other
and
seize
the
halfinan
.
He
can
milk
the
goats
and
make
the
mothers
laugh
.
"
Bronn
sprang
to
his
feet
.
"
Who
dies
first
?
"
"
No
!
"
Tyrion
said
sharply
.
"
Gunthor
son
of
Gurn
,
hear
me
.
My
House
is
rich
and
powerful
.
If
the
Stone
Crows
will
see
us
safely
through
these
mountains
,
my
lord
father
will
shower
you
with
gold
.
"
"
The
gold
of
a
lowland
lord
is
as
worthless
as
a
halfman
's
promises
,
"
Gunthor
said
.
"
Half
a
man
I
may
be
,
"
Tyrion
said
,
"
yet
I
have
the
courage
to
face
my
enemies
.
What
do
the
Stone
Crows
do
,
but
hide
behind
rocks
and
shiver
with
fear
as
the
knights
of
the
Vale
ride
by
?
"
Shagga
gave
a
roar
of
anger
and
clashed
club
against
axe
.
Jaggot
poked
at
Tyrion
's
face
with
the
fire-hardened
point
of
a
long
wooden
spear
.
He
did
his
best
not
to
flinch
