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He
ruffled
the
snow-white
fur
between
Ghost
's
ears
and
said
,
"
Nice
wolf
.
"
"
If
I
was
n't
here
,
he
'd
tear
out
your
throat
,
"
Jon
said
.
It
was
n't
actually
true
yet
,
but
it
would
be
.
"
In
that
case
,
you
had
best
stay
close
,
"
the
dwarf
said
.
He
cocked
his
oversized
head
to
one
side
and
looked
Jon
over
with
his
mismatched
eyes
.
"
I
am
Tyrion
Lannister
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
Jon
said
.
He
rose
.
Standing
,
he
was
taller
than
the
dwarf
.
It
made
him
feel
strange
.
"
You
're
Ned
Stark
's
bastard
,
are
n't
you
?
"
Jon
felt
a
coldness
pass
right
through
him
.
He
pressed
his
lips
together
and
said
nothing
.
"
Did
I
offend
you
?
"
Lannister
said
.
"
Sorry
.
Dwarfs
do
n't
have
to
be
tactful
.
Generations
of
capering
fools
in
motley
have
won
me
the
right
to
dress
badly
and
say
any
damn
thing
that
comes
into
my
head
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
You
are
the
bastard
,
though
.
"
"
Lord
Eddard
Stark
is
my
father
,
"
Jon
admitted
stiffly
.
Lannister
studied
his
face
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
see
it
.
You
have
more
of
the
north
in
you
than
your
brothers
.
"
"
Half
brothers
,
"
Jon
corrected
.
He
was
pleased
by
the
dwarf
's
comment
,
but
he
tried
not
to
let
it
show
.
