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Ever
the
soul
of
obedience
,
Tyrion
rose
to
depart
with
the
rest
,
but
his
father
gave
him
a
look
.
"
Not
you
,
Tyrion
.
Remain
.
And
you
as
well
,
Kevan
.
The
rest
of
you
,
out
.
"
Tyrion
eased
himself
back
onto
the
bench
,
startled
into
speechlessness
.
Ser
Kevan
crossed
the
room
to
the
wine
casks
.
"
Uncle
,
"
Tyrion
called
,
"
if
you
would
be
so
kind
--
"
"
Here
.
"
His
father
offered
him
his
cup
,
the
wine
untouched
.
Now
Tyrion
truly
was
nonplussed
.
He
drank
.
Lord
Tywin
seated
himself
.
"
You
have
the
right
of
it
about
Stark
.
Alive
,
we
might
have
used
Lord
Eddard
to
forge
a
peace
with
Winterfell
and
Riverrun
,
a
peace
that
would
have
given
us
the
time
we
need
to
deal
with
Robert
's
brothers
.
Dead
...
"
His
hand
curled
into
a
fist
.
"
Madness
.
Rank
madness
.
"
"
Joff
's
only
a
boy
,
"
Tyrion
pointed
out
.
"
At
his
age
,
I
committed
a
few
follies
of
my
own
.
"
His
father
gave
him
a
sharp
look
.
"
I
suppose
we
ought
to
be
grateful
that
he
has
not
yet
married
a
whore
.
"
Tyrion
sipped
at
his
wine
,
wondering
how
Lord
Tywin
would
look
if
he
flung
the
cup
in
his
face
.
"
Our
position
is
worse
than
you
know
,
"
his
father
went
on
.
"
It
would
seem
we
have
a
new
king
.
"
