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"
Who
might
you
be
?
"
Lord
Tywin
asked
,
cool
as
snow
.
"
They
followed
me
home
,
Father
,
"
Tyrion
explained
.
"
May
I
keep
them
?
They
do
n't
eat
much
.
"
No
one
was
smiling
.
"
By
what
right
do
you
savages
intrude
on
our
councils
?
"
demanded
Ser
Kevan
.
"
Savages
,
lowlander
?
"
Conn
might
have
been
handsome
if
you
washed
him
.
"
We
are
free
men
,
and
free
men
by
rights
sit
on
all
war
councils
.
"
"
Which
one
is
the
lion
lord
?
"
Chella
asked
.
"
They
are
both
old
men
,
"
announced
Timett
son
of
Timett
,
who
had
yet
to
see
his
twentieth
year
.
Ser
Kevan
's
hand
went
to
his
sword
hilt
,
but
his
brother
placed
two
fingers
on
his
wrist
and
held
him
fast
.
Lord
Tywin
seemed
unperturbed
.
"
Tyrion
,
have
you
forgotten
your
courtesies
?
Kindly
acquaint
us
with
our
...
honored
guests
.
"
Tyrion
licked
his
fingers
.
"
With
pleasure
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
fair
maid
is
Chella
daughter
of
Cheyk
of
the
Black
Ears
.
"
"
I
'm
no
maid
,
"
Chella
protested
.
"
My
sons
have
taken
fifty
ears
among
them
.
"
