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"
The
pretty
ones
were
all
claimed
,
"
Bronn
said
.
"
I
'll
be
pleased
to
take
her
back
if
you
'd
prefer
a
toothless
drab
.
"
Tyrion
limped
closer
to
where
he
sat
.
"
My
lord
father
would
call
that
insolence
,
and
send
you
to
the
mines
for
impertinence
.
"
"
Good
for
me
you
're
not
your
father
,
"
Bronn
replied
.
"
I
saw
one
with
boils
all
over
her
nose
.
Would
you
like
her
?
"
"
What
,
and
break
your
heart
?
"
Tyrion
shot
back
.
"
I
shall
keep
Shae
.
Did
you
perchance
note
the
name
of
this
knight
you
took
her
from
?
I
'd
rather
not
have
him
beside
me
in
the
battle
.
"
Bronn
rose
,
cat-quick
and
cat-graceful
,
turning
his
sword
in
his
hand
.
"
You
'll
have
me
beside
you
in
the
battle
,
dwarf
.
"
Tyrion
nodded
.
The
night
air
was
warm
on
his
bare
skin
.
"
See
that
I
survive
this
battle
,
and
you
can
name
your
reward
.
"
Bronn
tossed
the
longsword
from
his
right
hand
to
his
left
,
and
tried
a
cut
.
"
Who
'd
want
to
kill
the
likes
of
you
?
"
"
My
lord
father
,
for
one
.
He
's
put
me
in
the
van
.
"
"
I
'd
do
the
same
.
A
small
man
with
a
big
shield
.
You
'll
give
the
archers
fits
.
"
"
I
find
you
oddly
cheering
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
I
must
be
mad
.
"
