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"
Do
me
no
kindnesses
,
Father
,
"
he
said
angrily
.
"
If
you
have
no
other
command
to
offer
me
,
I
'll
lead
your
van
.
"
Lord
Tywin
studied
his
dwarf
son
.
"
I
said
nothing
about
command
.
You
will
serve
under
Ser
Gregor
.
"
Tyrion
took
one
bite
of
pork
,
chewed
a
moment
,
and
spit
it
out
angrily
.
"
I
find
I
am
not
hungry
after
all
,
"
he
said
,
climbing
awkwardly
off
the
bench
.
"
Pray
excuse
me
,
my
lords
.
"
Lord
Tywin
inclined
his
head
,
dismissing
him
.
Tyrion
turned
and
walked
away
.
He
was
conscious
of
their
eyes
on
his
back
as
he
waddled
down
the
hill
.
A
great
gust
of
laughter
went
up
from
behind
him
,
but
he
did
not
look
back
.
He
hoped
they
all
choked
on
their
suckling
pigs
.
Dusk
had
settled
,
turning
all
the
banners
black
.
The
Lannister
camp
sprawled
for
miles
between
the
river
and
the
kingsroad
.
In
amongst
the
men
and
the
horses
and
the
trees
,
it
was
easy
to
get
lost
,
and
Tyrion
did
.
He
passed
a
dozen
great
pavilions
and
a
hundred
cookfires
.
Fireflies
drifted
amongst
the
tents
like
wandering
stars
.
He
caught
the
scent
of
garlic
sausage
,
spiced
and
savory
,
so
tempting
it
made
his
empty
stomach
growl
.
Away
in
the
distance
,
he
heard
voices
raised
in
some
bawdy
song
.
A
giggling
woman
raced
past
him
,
naked
beneath
a
dark
cloak
,
her
drunken
pursuer
stumbling
over
tree
roots
.
Farther
on
,
two
spearmen
faced
each
other
across
a
little
trickle
of
a
stream
,
practicing
their
thrust-and-parry
in
the
fading
light
,
their
chests
bare
and
slick
with
sweat
.
No
one
looked
at
him
.
No
one
spoke
to
him
.
No
one
paid
him
any
mind
.
He
was
surrounded
by
men
sworn
to
House
Lannister
,
a
vast
host
twenty
thousand
strong
,
and
yet
he
was
alone
.
When
he
heard
the
deep
rumble
of
Shagga
's
laughter
booming
through
the
dark
,
he
followed
it
to
the
Stone
Crows
in
their
small
corner
of
the
night
.
Conn
son
of
Coratt
waved
a
tankard
of
ale
.
"
Tyrion
Halfman
!
Come
,
sit
by
our
fire
,
share
meat
with
the
Stone
Crows
.
We
have
an
ox
.
"
"
I
can
see
that
,
Conn
son
of
Coratt
.
"
The
huge
red
carcass
was
suspended
over
a
roaring
fire
,
skewered
on
a
spit
the
size
of
a
small
tree
.
No
doubt
it
was
a
small
tree
.
Blood
and
grease
dripped
down
into
the
flames
as
two
Stone
Crows
turned
the
meat
.
"
I
thank
you
.
Send
for
me
when
the
ox
is
cooked
.
"
From
the
look
of
it
,
that
might
even
be
before
the
battle
.
He
walked
on
.
Each
clan
had
its
own
cookfire
;
Black
Ears
did
not
eat
with
Stone
Crows
,
Stone
Crows
did
not
eat
with
Moon
Brothers
,
and
no
one
ate
with
Burned
Men
.
The
modest
tent
he
had
coaxed
out
of
Lord
Lefford
's
stores
had
been
erected
in
the
center
of
the
four
fires
.
Tyrion
found
Bronn
sharing
a
skin
of
wine
with
the
new
servants
.
Lord
Tywin
had
sent
him
a
groom
and
a
body
servant
to
see
to
his
needs
,
and
even
insisted
he
take
a
squire
.
They
were
seated
around
the
embers
of
a
small
cookfire
.
A
girl
was
with
them
;
slim
,
dark-haired
,
no
more
than
eighteen
by
the
look
of
her
.
Tyrion
studied
her
face
for
a
moment
,
before
he
spied
fishbones
in
the
ashes
.
"
What
did
you
eat
?
"
