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Bronn
sheathed
his
sword
.
"
Beyond
a
doubt
.
"
When
Tyrion
returned
to
his
tent
,
Shae
rolled
onto
her
elbow
and
murmured
sleepily
,
"
I
woke
and
m
'
lord
was
gone
.
"
"
M'lord
is
back
now
.
"
He
slid
in
beside
her
.
Her
hand
went
between
his
stunted
legs
,
and
found
him
hard
.
"
Yes
he
is
,
"
she
whispered
,
stroking
him
.
He
asked
her
about
the
man
Bronn
had
taken
her
from
,
and
she
named
the
minor
retainer
of
an
insignificant
lordling
.
"
You
need
not
fear
his
like
,
m
'
lord
,
"
the
girl
said
,
her
fingers
busy
at
his
cock
.
"
He
is
a
small
man
.
"
"
And
what
am
I
,
pray
?
"
Tyrion
asked
her
.
"
A
giant
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
she
purred
,
"
my
giant
of
Lannister
.
"
She
mounted
him
then
,
and
for
a
time
,
she
almost
made
him
believe
it
.
Tyrion
went
to
sleep
smiling
...
...
and
woke
in
darkness
to
the
blare
of
trumpets
.
Shae
was
shaking
him
by
the
shoulder
.
"
M'lord
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Wake
up
,
m
'
lord
.
I
'm
frightened
.
"
Groggy
,
he
sat
up
and
threw
back
the
blanket
.
The
horns
called
through
the
night
,
wild
and
urgent
,
a
cry
that
said
hurry
hurry
hurry
.
He
heard
shouts
,
the
clatter
of
spears
,
the
whicker
of
horses
,
though
nothing
yet
that
spoke
to
him
of
fighting
.
"
My
lord
father
's
trumpets
,
"
he
said
.
"
Battle
assembly
.
I
thought
Stark
was
yet
a
day
's
march
away
.
"
Shae
shook
her
head
,
lost
.
Her
eyes
were
wide
and
white
.
