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"
Bosom
friends
and
loyal
retainers
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Where
will
I
find
my
lord
father
?
"
"
He
has
taken
the
inn
at
the
crossroads
for
his
quarters
.
"
Tyrion
laughed
.
The
inn
at
the
crossroads
!
Perhaps
the
gods
were
just
after
all
.
"
I
will
see
him
at
once
.
"
"
As
you
say
,
my
lord
.
"
Ser
Flement
wheeled
his
horse
about
and
shouted
commands
.
Three
rows
of
stakes
were
pulled
from
the
ground
to
make
a
hole
in
the
line
.
Tyrion
led
his
party
through
.
Lord
Tywin
's
camp
spread
over
leagues
.
Chella
's
estimate
of
twenty
thousand
men
could
not
be
far
wrong
.
The
common
men
camped
out
in
the
open
,
but
the
knights
had
thrown
up
tents
,
and
some
of
the
high
lords
had
erected
pavilions
as
large
as
houses
.
Tyrion
spied
the
red
ox
of
the
Presters
,
Lord
Crakehall
's
brindled
boar
,
the
burning
tree
of
Marbrand
,
the
badger
of
Lydden
.
Knights
called
out
to
him
as
he
cantered
past
,
and
men-at-arms
gaped
at
the
clansmen
in
open
astonishment
.
Shagga
was
gaping
back
;
beyond
a
certainty
,
he
had
never
seen
so
many
men
,
horses
,
and
weapons
in
all
his
days
.
The
rest
of
the
mountain
brigands
did
a
better
job
of
guarding
their
faces
,
but
Tyrion
had
no
doubts
that
they
were
full
as
much
in
awe
.
Better
and
better
.
The
more
impressed
they
were
with
the
power
of
the
Lannisters
,
the
easier
they
would
be
to
command
.
The
inn
and
its
stables
were
much
as
he
remembered
,
though
little
more
than
tumbled
stones
and
blackened
foundations
remained
where
the
rest
of
the
village
had
stood
.
A
gibbet
had
been
erected
in
the
yard
,
and
the
body
that
swung
there
was
covered
with
ravens
.
At
Tyrion
's
approach
they
took
to
the
air
,
squawking
and
flapping
their
black
wings
.
He
dismounted
and
glanced
up
at
what
remained
of
the
corpse
.
The
birds
had
eaten
her
lips
and
eyes
and
most
of
her
cheeks
,
baring
her
stained
red
teeth
in
a
hideous
smile
.
"
A
room
,
a
meal
,
and
a
flagon
of
wine
,
that
was
all
I
asked
,
"
he
reminded
her
with
a
sigh
of
reproach
.
Boys
emerged
hesitantly
from
the
stables
to
see
to
their
horses
.
Shagga
did
not
want
to
give
his
up
.
"
The
lad
wo
n't
steal
your
mare
,
"
Tyrion
assured
him
.
"
He
only
wants
to
give
her
some
oats
and
water
and
brush
out
her
coat
.
"
Shagga
's
coat
could
have
used
a
good
brushing
too
,
but
it
would
have
been
less
than
tactful
to
mention
it
.
"
You
have
my
word
,
the
horse
will
not
be
harmed
.
"
Glaring
,
Shagga
let
go
his
grip
on
the
reins
.
