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"
He
will
if
Robert
commands
it
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
And
Robert
will
command
it
.
There
is
nothing
Lord
Eddard
can
do
for
the
boy
in
any
case
.
"
"
He
could
end
his
torment
,
"
Jaime
said
.
"
I
would
,
if
it
were
my
son
.
It
would
be
a
mercy
.
"
"
I
advise
against
putting
that
suggestion
to
Lord
Eddard
,
sweet
brother
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
He
would
not
take
it
kindly
.
"
"
Even
if
the
boy
does
live
,
he
will
be
a
cripple
.
Worse
than
a
cripple
.
A
grotesque
.
Give
me
a
good
clean
death
.
"
Tyrion
replied
with
a
shrug
that
accentuated
the
twist
of
his
shoulders
.
"
Speaking
for
the
grotesques
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
beg
to
differ
.
Death
is
so
terribly
final
,
while
life
is
full
of
possibilities
.
"
Jaime
smiled
.
"
You
are
a
perverse
little
imp
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
Tyrion
admitted
.
"
I
hope
the
boy
does
wake
.
I
would
be
most
interested
to
hear
what
he
might
have
to
say
.
"
His
brother
's
smile
curdled
like
sour
milk
.
"
Tyrion
,
my
sweet
brother
,
"
he
said
darkly
,
"
there
are
times
when
you
give
me
cause
to
wonder
whose
side
you
are
on
.
"
Tyrion
's
mouth
was
full
of
bread
and
fish
.
He
took
a
swallow
of
strong
black
beer
to
wash
it
all
down
,
and
grinned
up
wolfishly
at
Jaime
,
"
Why
,
Jaime
,
my
sweet
brother
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
wound
me
.
You
know
how
much
I
love
my
family
.
"
Jon
climbed
the
steps
slowly
,
trying
not
to
think
that
this
might
be
the
last
time
ever
.
Ghost
padded
silently
beside
him
.
Outside
,
snow
swirled
through
the
castle
gates
,
and
the
yard
was
all
noise
and
chaos
,
but
inside
the
thick
stone
walls
it
was
still
warm
and
quiet
.
Too
quiet
for
Jon
's
liking
.
