Tyrion Lannister was starved, but he refused to let this brute2 see him cringe. “A leg of lamb wouldbe pleasant,” he said, from the heap of soiled straw in the corner of his cell. “Perhaps a dish of peasand onions, some fresh baked bread with butter, and a flagon of mulled wine to wash it down. Orbeer, if that’s easier. I try not to be overly particular.”
“Is beans,” Mord said. “Here.” He held out the plate.
Tyrion sighed. The turnkey was twenty stone of gross stupidity, with brown rotting teeth and smalldark eyes. The left side of his face was slick with scar where an axe3 had cut off his ear and part of hischeek. He was as predictable as he was ugly, but Tyrion was hungry. He reached up for the plate.
Mord jerked it away, grinning. “Is here,” he said, holding it out beyond Tyrion’s reach.
The dwarf4 climbed stiffly to his feet, every joint5 aching. “Must we play the same fool’s game withevery meal?” He made another grab for the beans.
Mord shambled backward, grinning through his rotten teeth. “Is here, dwarf man.” He held theplate out at arm’s length, over the edge where the cell ended and the sky began. “You not want eat?
Here. Come take.”
Tyrion’s arms were too short to reach the plate, and he was not about to step that close to the edge.
All it would take would be a quick shove of Mord’s heavy white belly6, and he would end up asickening red splotch on the stones of Sky, like so many other prisoners of the Eyrie over thecenturies. “Come to think on it, I’m not hungry after all,” he declared, retreating to the corner of hiscell.
Mord grunted7 and opened his thick fingers. The wind took the plate, flipping8 it over as it fell. Ahandful of beans sprayed back at them as the food tumbled out of sight. The turnkey laughed, his gutshaking like a bowl of pudding.
Tyrion felt a pang9 of rage. “You fucking son of a pox-ridden ass,” he spat10. “I hope you die of abloody flux12.”
For that, Mord gave him a kick, driving a steel-toed boot hard into Tyrion’s ribs13 on the way out. “Itake it back!” he gasped14 as he doubled over on the straw. “I’ll kill you myself, I swear it!” The heavyiron-bound door slammed shut. Tyrion heard the rattle15 of keys.
For a small man, he had been cursed with a dangerously big mouth, he reflected as he crawled backto his corner of what the Arryns laughably called their dungeon16. He huddled17 beneath the thin blanketthat was his only bedding, staring out at a blaze of empty blue sky and distant mountains that seemedto go on forever, wishing he still had the shadowskin cloak he’d won from Marillion at dice18, after thesinger had stolen it off the body of that brigand19 chief. The skin had smelled of blood and mold, but itwas warm and thick. Mord had taken it the moment he laid eyes on it.
The wind tugged21 at his blanket with gusts22 sharp as talons24. His cell was miserably25 small, even for adwarf. Not five feet away, where a wall ought to have been, where a wall would be in a properdungeon, the floor ended and the sky began. He had plenty of fresh air and sunshine, and the moonand stars by night, but Tyrion would have traded it all in an instant for the dankest, gloomiest pit inthe bowels26 of the Casterly Rock.
“You fly,” Mord had promised him, when he’d shoved him into the cell. “Twenty day, thirty, fifty maybe. Then you fly.”
The Arryns kept the only dungeon in the realm where the prisoners were welcome to escape at will.
That first day, after girding up his courage for hours, Tyrion had lain flat on his stomach andsquirmed to the edge, to poke27 out his head and look down. Sky was six hundred feet below, withnothing between but empty air. If he craned his neck out as far as it could go, he could see other cellsto his right and left and above him. He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had torn off hiswings.
It was cold in the cell, the wind screamed night and day, and worst of all, the floor sloped. Ever soslightly, yet it was enough. He was afraid to close his eyes, afraid that he might roll over in his sleepand wake in sudden terror as he went sliding off the edge. Small wonder the sky cells drove men mad.
Gods save me, some previous tenant28 had written on the wall in something that looked suspiciouslylike blood, the blue is calling. At first Tyrion wondered who he’d been, and what had become of him;later, he decided29 that he would rather not know.
If only he had shut his mouth …The wretched boy had started it, looking down on him from a throne of carved weirwood beneaththe moon-and-falcon banners of House Arryn. Tyrion Lannister had been looked down on all his life,but seldom by rheumy-eyed six-year-olds who needed to stuff fat cushions under their cheeks to liftthem to the height of a man. “Is he the bad man?” the boy had asked, clutching his doll.
“He is,” the Lady Lysa had said from the lesser31 throne beside him. She was all in blue, powderedand perfumed for the suitors who filled her court.
“He’s so small,” the Lord of the Eyrie said, giggling32.
“This is Tyrion the Imp33, of House Lannister, who murdered your father.” She raised her voice soit carried down the length of High Hall of the Eyrie, ringing off the milk-white walls and the slenderpillars, so every man could hear it. “He slew34 the Hand of the King!”
“Oh, did I kill him too?” Tyrion had said, like a fool.
That would have been a very good time to have kept his mouth closed and his head bowed. Hecould see that now; seven hells, he had seen it then. The High Hall of the Arryns was long andaustere, with a forbidding coldness to its walls of blue-veined white marble, but the faces around himhad been colder by far. The power of Casterly Rock was far away, and there were no friends of theLannisters in the Vale of Arryn. Submission35 and silence would have been his best defenses.
But Tyrion’s mood had been too foul36 for sense. To his shame, he had faltered37 during the last leg oftheir day-long climb up to the Eyrie, his stunted38 legs unable to take him any higher. Bronn had carriedhim the rest of the way, and the humiliation39 poured oil on the flames of his anger. “It would seem I’vebeen a busy little fellow,” he said with bitter sarcasm41. “I wonder when I found the time to do all thisslaying and murdering.”
He ought to have remembered who he was dealing43 with. Lysa Arryn and her half-sane weaklingson had not been known at court for their love of wit, especially when it was directed at them.
“Imp,” Lysa said coldly, “you will guard that mocking tongue of yours and speak to my sonpolitely, or I promise you will have cause to regret it. Remember where you are. This is the Eyrie, andthese are knights45 of the Vale you see around you, true men who loved Jon Arryn well. Every one ofthem would die for me.”
“Lady Arryn, should any harm come to me, my brother Jaime will be pleased to see that they do.”
Even as he spat out the words, Tyrion knew they were folly46.
“Can you fly, my lord of Lannister?” Lady Lysa asked. “Does a dwarf have wings? If not, youwould be wiser to swallow the next threat that comes to mind.”
“I made no threats,” Tyrion said. “That was a promise.”
Little Lord Robert hopped47 to his feet at that, so upset he dropped his doll. “You can’t hurt us,” hescreamed. “No one can hurt us here. Tell him, Mother, tell him he can’t hurt us here.” The boy beganto twitch48.
“The Eyrie is impregnable,” Lysa Arryn declared calmly. She drew her son close, holding himsafe in the circle of her plump white arms. “The Imp is trying to frighten us, sweet baby. TheLannisters are all liars50. No one will hurt my sweet boy.”
The hell of it was, she was no doubt right. Having seen what it took to get here, Tyrion could wellimagine how it would be for a knight44 trying to fight his way up in armor, while stones and arrowspoured down from above and enemies contested with him for every step. Nightmare did not begin to describe it. Small wonder the Eyrie had never been taken.
Still, Tyrion had been unable to silence himself. “Not impregnable,” he said, “merelyinconvenient.”
Young Robert pointed51 down, his hand trembling. “You’re a liar49. Mother, I want to see him fly.”
Two guardsmen in sky-blue cloaks seized Tyrion by the arms, lifting him off his floor.
The gods only know what might have happened then were it not for Catelyn Stark52. “Sister,” shecalled out from where she stood below the thrones, “I beg you to remember, this man is my prisoner. Iwill not have him harmed.”
Lysa Arryn glanced at her sister coolly for a moment, then rose and swept down on Tyrion, herlong skirts trailing after her. For an instant he feared she would strike him, but instead shecommanded them to release him. Her men shoved him to the floor, his legs went out from under him,and Tyrion fell.
He must have made quite a sight as he struggled to his knees, only to feel his right leg spasm,sending him sprawling53 once more. Laughter boomed up and down the High Hall of the Arryns.
“My sister’s little guest is too weary to stand,” Lady Lysa announced. “Ser Vardis, take him downto the dungeon. A rest in one of our sky cells will do him much good.”
The guardsmen jerked him upright. Tyrion Lannister dangled54 between them, kicking feebly, hisface red with shame. “I will remember this,” he told them all as they carried him off.
And so he did, for all the good it did him.
At first he had consoled himself that this imprisonment55 could not last long. Lysa Arryn wanted tohumble him, that was all. She would send for him again, and soon. If not her, then Catelyn Starkwould want to question him. This time he would guard his tongue more closely. They dare not killhim out of hand; he was still a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and if they shed his blood, it would meanwar. Or so he had told himself.
Now he was not so certain.
Perhaps his captors only meant to let him rot here, but he feared he did not have the strength to rotfor long. He was growing weaker every day, and it was only a matter of time until Mord’s kicks andblows did him serious harm, provided the gaoler did not starve him to death first. A few more nightsof cold and hunger, and the blue would start calling to him too.
He wondered what was happening beyond the walls (such as they were) of his cell. Lord Tywinwould surely have sent out riders when the word reached him. Jaime might be leading a host throughthe Mountains of the Moon even now … unless he was riding north against Winterfell instead. Didanyone outside the Vale even suspect where Catelyn Stark had taken him? He wondered what Cerseiwould do when she heard. The king could order him freed, but would Robert listen to his queen or hisHand? Tyrion had no illusions about the king’s love for his sister.
If Cersei kept her wits about her, she would insist the king sit in judgment56 of Tyrion himself. EvenNed Stark could scarcely object to that, not without impugning57 the honor of the king. And Tyrionwould be only too glad to take his chances in a trial. Whatever murders they might lay at his door, theStarks had no proof of anything so far as he could see. Let them make their case before the IronThrone and the lords of the land. It would be the end of them. If only Cersei were clever enough tosee that …Tyrion Lannister sighed. His sister was not without a certain low cunning, but her pride blindedher. She would see the insult in this, not the opportunity. And Jaime was even worse, rash andheadstrong and quick to anger. His brother never untied58 a knot when he could slash59 it in two with hissword.
He wondered which of them had sent the footpad to silence the Stark boy, and whether they hadtruly conspired60 at the death of Lord Arryn. If the old Hand had been murdered, it was deftly61 andsubtly done. Men of his age died of sudden illness all the time. In contrast, sending some oaf with astolen knife after Brandon Stark struck him as unbelievably clumsy. And wasn’t that peculiar62, cometo think on it …Tyrion shivered. Now there was a nasty suspicion. Perhaps the direwolf and the lion were not theonly beasts in the woods, and if that was true, someone was using him as a catspaw. Tyrion Lannisterhated being used.
He would have to get out of here, and soon. His chances of overpowering Mord were small to none,and no one was about to smuggle63 him a six-hundred-foot-long rope, so he would have to talk himself free. His mouth had gotten him into this cell; it could damn well get him out.
Tyrion pushed himself to his feet, doing his best to ignore the slope of the floor beneath him, withits ever-so-subtle tug20 toward the edge. He hammered on the door with a fist. “Mord!” he shouted.
“Turnkey! Mord, I want you!” He had to keep it up a good ten minutes before he heard footsteps.
Tyrion stepped back an instant before the door opened with a crash.
“Making noise,” Mord growled64, with blood in his eyes. Dangling65 from one meaty hand was aleather strap66, wide and thick, doubled over in his fist.
Never show them you’re afraid, Tyrion reminded himself. “How would you like to be rich?” heasked.
Mord hit him. He swung the strap backhand, lazily, but the leather caught Tyrion high on the arm.
The force of it staggered him, and the pain made him grit67 his teeth. “No mouth, dwarf man,” Mordwarned him.
“Gold,” Tyrion said, miming68 a smile. “Casterly Rock is full of gold … ahhhh …” This time theblow was a forehand, and Mord put more of his arm into the swing, making the leather crack andjump. It caught Tyrion in the ribs and dropped him to his knees, wimpering. He forced himself to lookup at the gaoler. “As rich as the Lannisters,” he wheezed69. “That’s what they say, Mord—”
Mord grunted. The strap whistled through the air and smashed Tyrion full in the face. The pain wasso bad he did not remember falling, but when he opened his eyes again he was on the floor of his cell.
His ear was ringing, and his mouth was full of blood. He groped for purchase, to push himself up, andhis fingers brushed against … nothing. Tyrion snatched his hand back as fast as if it had been scalded,and tried his best to stop breathing. He had fallen right on the edge, inches from the blue.
“More to say?” Mord held the strap between his fists and gave it a sharp pull. The snap madeTyrion jump. The turnkey laughed.
He won’t push me over, Tyrion told himself desperately70 as he crawled away from the edge. CatelynStark wants me alive, he doesn’t dare kill me. He wiped the blood off his lips with the back of hishand, grinned, and said, “That was a stiff one, Mord.” The gaoler squinted71 at him, trying to decide ifhe was being mocked. “I could make good use of a strong man like you.” The strap flew at him, butthis time Tyrion was able to cringe away from it. He took a glancing blow to the shoulder, nothingmore. “Gold,” he repeated, scrambling72 backward like a crab73, “more gold than you’ll see here in alifetime. Enough to buy land, women, horses … you could be a lord. Lord Mord.” Tyrion hawked74 upa glob of blood and phlegm and spat it out into the sky.
“Is no gold,” Mord said.
He’s listening! Tyrion thought. “They relieved me of my purse when they captured me, but thegold is still mine. Catelyn Stark might take a man prisoner, but she’d never stoop to rob him. Thatwouldn’t be honorable. Help me, and all the gold is yours.” Mord’s strap licked out, but it was ahalfhearted, desultory75 swing, slow and contemptuous. Tyrion caught the leather in his hand and heldit prisoned. “There will be no risk to you. All you need do is deliver a message.”
The gaoler yanked his leather strap free of Tyrion’s grasp. “Message,” he said, as if he had neverheard the word before. His frown made deep creases76 in his brow.
“You heard me, my lord. Only carry my word to your lady. Tell her …” What? What wouldpossibly make Lysa Arryn relent? The inspiration came to Tyrion Lannister suddenly. “… tell her thatI wish to confess my crimes.”
Mord raised his arm and Tyrion braced77 himself for another blow, but the turnkey hesitated.
Suspicion and greed warred in his eyes. He wanted that gold, yet he feared a trick; he had the look ofa man who had often been tricked. “Is lie,” he muttered darkly. “Dwarf man cheat me.”
“I will put my promise in writing,” Tyrion vowed78.
Some illiterates79 held writing in disdain80; others seemed to have a superstitious81 reverence82 for thewritten word, as if it were some sort of magic. Fortunately, Mord was one of the latter. The turnkeylowered the strap. “Writing down gold. Much gold.”
“Oh, much gold,” Tyrion assured him. “The purse is just a taste, my friend. My brother wearsarmor of solid gold plate.” In truth, Jaime’s armor was gilded83 steel, but this oaf would never know thedifference.
Mord fingered his strap thoughtfully, but in the end, he relented and went to fetch paper and ink.
When the letter was written, the gaoler frowned at it suspiciously. “Now deliver my message,” Tyrionurged.
He was shivering in his sleep when they came for him, late that night. Mord opened the door butkept his silence. Ser Vardis Egen woke Tyrion with the point of his boot. “On your feet, Imp. My ladywants to see you.”
tkept his silence. Ser Vardis Egen woke Tyrion with the point of his boot. “On your feet, Imp. My ladywants to see you.”
Tyrion rubbed the sleep from his eyes and put on a grimace84 he scarcely felt. “No doubt she does,but what makes you think I wish to see her?”
Ser Vardis frowned. Tyrion remembered him well from the years he had spent at King’s Landing asthe captain of the Hand’s household guard. A square, plain face, silver hair, a heavy build, and nohumor whatsoever85. “Your wishes are not my concern. On your feet, or I’ll have you carried.”
Tyrion clambered awkwardly to his feet. “A cold night,” he said casually86, “and the High Hall is sodrafty. I don’t wish to catch a chill. Mord, if you would be so good, fetch my cloak.”
The gaoler squinted at him, face dull with suspicion.
“My cloak,” Tyrion repeated. “The shadowskin you took from me for safekeeping. You recall.”
“Get him the damnable cloak,” Ser Vardis said.
Mord did not dare grumble87. He gave Tyrion a glare that promised future retribution, yet he went forthe cloak. When he draped it around his prisoner’s neck, Tyrion smiled. “My thanks. I shall think ofyou whenever I wear it.” He flung the trailing end of the long fur over his right shoulder, and feltwarm for the first time in days. “Lead on, Ser Vardis.”
The High Hall of the Arryns was aglow89 with the light of fifty torches, burning in the sconces alongthe walls. The Lady Lysa wore black silk, with the moon-and-falcon sewn on her breast in pearls.
Since she did not look the sort to join the Night’s Watch, Tyrion could only imagine that she haddecided mourning clothes were appropriate garb90 for a confession91. Her long auburn hair, woven intoan elaborate braid, fell across her left shoulder. The taller throne beside her was empty; no doubt thelittle Lord of the Eyrie was off shaking in his sleep. Tyrion was thankful for that much, at least.
He bowed deeply and took a moment to glance around the hall. Lady Arryn had summoned herknights and retainers to hear his confession, as he had hoped. He saw Ser Brynden Tully’s craggy faceand Lord Nestor Royce’s bluff92 one. Beside Nestor stood a younger man with fierce blacksidewhiskers who could only be his heir, Ser Albar. Most of the principal houses of the Vale wererepresented. Tyrion noted93 Ser Lyn Corbray, slender as a sword, Lord Hunter with his gouty legs, thewidowed Lady Waynwood surrounded by her sons. Others sported sigils he did not know; brokenlance, green viper94, burning tower, winged chalice95.
Among the lords of the Vale were several of his companions from the high road; Ser RodrikCassel, pale from half-healed wounds, stood with Ser Willis Wode beside him. Marillion the singerhad found a new woodharp. Tyrion smiled; whatever happened here tonight, he did not wish it tohappen in secret, and there was no one like a singer for spreading a story near and far.
In the rear of the hall, Bronn lounged beneath a pillar. The freerider’s black eyes were fixed96 onTyrion, and his hand lay lightly on the pommel of his sword. Tyrion gave him a long look,wondering …Catelyn Stark spoke97 first. “You wish to confess your crimes, we are told.”
“I do, my lady,” Tyrion answered.
Lysa Arryn smiled at her sister. “The sky cells always break them. The gods can see them there,and there is no darkness to hide in.”
“He does not look broken to me,” Lady Catelyn said.
Lady Lysa paid her no mind. “Say what you will,” she commanded Tyrion.
And now to roll the dice, he thought with another quick glance back at Bronn. “Where to begin? Iam a vile98 little man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting, my lords and ladies. I havelain with whores, not once but hundreds of times. I have wished my own lord father dead, and mysister, our gracious queen, as well.” Behind him, someone chuckled99. “I have not always treated myservants with kindness. I have gambled. I have even cheated, I blush to admit. I have said many crueland malicious100 things about the noble lords and ladies of the court.” That drew outright101 laughter.
“Once I—”
“Silence!” Lysa Arryn’s pale round face had turned a burning pink. “What do you imagine youare doing, dwarf?”
Tyrion cocked his head to one side. “Why, confessing my crimes, my lady.”
Catelyn Stark took a step forward. “You are accused of sending a hired knife to slay42 my son Branin his bed, and of conspiring102 to murder Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King.”
Tyrion gave a helpless shrug103. “Those crimes I cannot confess, I fear. I know nothing of anymurders.”
Lady Lysa rose from her weirwood throne. “I will not be made mock of. You have had your littlejape, Imp. I trust you enjoyed it. Ser Vardis, take him back to the dungeon … but this time find him asmaller cell, with a floor more sharply sloped.”
“Is this how justice is done in the Vale?” Tyrion roared, so loudly that Ser Vardis froze for aninstant. “Does honor stop at the Bloody11 Gate? You accuse me of crimes, I deny them, so you throwme into an open cell to freeze and starve.” He lifted his head, to give them all a good look at thebruises Mord had left on his face. “Where is the king’s justice? Is the Eyrie not part of the SevenKingdoms? I stand accused, you say. Very well. I demand a trial! Let me speak, and let my truth orfalsehood be judged openly, in the sight of gods and men.”
A low murmuring filled the High Hall. He had her, Tyrion knew. He was highborn, the son of themost powerful lord in the realm, the brother of the queen. He could not be denied a trial. Guardsmenin sky-blue cloaks had started toward Tyrion, but Ser Vardis bid them halt and looked to Lady Lysa.
Her small mouth twitched104 in a petulant105 smile. “If you are tried and found to be guilty of the crimesfor which you stand accused, then by the king’s own laws, you must pay with your life’s blood. Wekeep no headsman in the Eyrie, my lord of Lannister. Open the Moon Door.”
The press of spectators parted. A narrow weirwood door stood between two slender marble pillars,a crescent moon carved in the white wood. Those standing106 closest edged backward as a pair ofguardsmen marched through. One man removed the heavy bronze bars; the second pulled the doorinward. Their blue cloaks rose snapping from their shoulders, caught in the sudden gust23 of wind thatcame howling through the open door. Beyond was the emptiness of the night sky, speckled with colduncaring stars.
“Behold the king’s justice,” Lysa Arryn said. Torch flames fluttered like pennons along the walls,and here and there the odd torch guttered107 out.
“Lysa, I think this unwise,” Catelyn Stark said as the black wind swirled108 around the hall.
Her sister ignored her. “You want a trial, my lord of Lannister. Very well, a trial you shall have.
My son will listen to whatever you care to say, and you shall hear his judgment. Then you mayleave … by one door or the other.”
She looked so pleased with herself, Tyrion thought, and small wonder. How could a trial threatenher, when her weakling son was the lord judge? Tyrion glanced at her Moon Door. Mother, I want tosee him fly! the boy had said. How many men had the snot-nosed little wretch30 sent through that dooralready?
“I thank you, my good lady, but I see no need to trouble Lord Robert,” Tyrion said politely. “Thegods know the truth of my innocence109. I will have their verdict, not the judgment of men. I demandtrial by combat.”
A storm of sudden laughter filled the High Hall of the Arryns. Lord Nestor Royce snorted, SerWillis chuckled, Ser Lyn Corbray guffawed110, and others threw back their heads and howled until tearsran down their faces. Marillion clumsily plucked a gay note on his new woodharp with the fingers ofhis broken hand. Even the wind seemed to whistle with derision as it came skirling through the MoonDoor.
Lysa Arryn’s watery111 blue eyes looked uncertain. He had caught her off balance. “You have thatright, to be sure.”
The young knight with the green viper embroidered112 on his surcoat stepped forward and went to oneknee. “My lady, I beg the boon113 of championing your cause.”
“The honor should be mine,” old Lord Hunter said. “For the love I bore your lord husband, let meavenge his death.”
“My father served Lord Jon faithfully as High Steward114 of the Vale,” Ser Albar Royce boomed.
“Let me serve his son in this.”
“The gods favor the man with the just cause,” said Ser Lyn Corbray, “yet often that turns out to bethe man with the surest sword. We all know who that is.” He smiled modestly.
A dozen other men all spoke at once, clamoring to be heard. Tyrion found it disheartening torealize so many strangers were eager to kill him. Perhaps this had not been such a clever plan after all.
Lady Lysa raised a hand for silence. “I thank you, my lords, as I know my son would thank you ifhe were among us. No men in the Seven Kingdoms are as bold and true as the knights of the Vale.
Would that I could grant you all this honor. Yet I can choose only one.” She gestured. “Ser VardisEgen, you were ever my lord husband’s good right hand. You shall be our champion.”
Ser Vardis had been singularly silent. “My lady,” he said gravely, sinking to one knee, “pray givethis burden to another, I have no taste for it. The man is no warrior115. Look at him. A dwarf, half mysize and lame40 in the legs. It would be shameful116 to slaughter117 such a man and call it justice.”
Oh, excellent, Tyrion thought. “I agree.”
Lysa glared at him. “You demanded a trial by combat.”
“And now I demand a champion, such as you have chosen for yourself. My brother Jaime willgladly take my part, I know.”
“Your precious Kingslayer is hundreds of leagues from here,” snapped Lysa Arryn.
“Send a bird for him. I will gladly await his arrival.”
“You will face Ser Vardis on the morrow.”
“Singer,” Tyrion said, turning to Marillion, “when you make a ballad118 of this, be certain you tellthem how Lady Arryn denied the dwarf the right to a champion, and sent him forth88 lame and bruisedand hobbling to face her finest knight.”
“I deny you nothing!” Lysa Arryn said, her voice peeved119 and shrill120 with irritation121. “Name yourchampion, Imp … if you think you can find a man to die for you.”
“If it is all the same to you, I’d sooner find one to kill for me.” Tyrion looked over the long hall.
No one moved. For a long moment he wondered if it had all been a colossal122 blunder.
Then there was a stirring in the rear of the chamber123. “I’ll stand for the dwarf,” Bronn called out.
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