“They do, my lord.” The messenger’s voice was dulled by exhaustion1. On the breast of his tornsurcoat, the brindled2 boar of Crakehall was half-obscured by dried blood.
One of your sons, Tyrion thought. He took a sip3 of wine and said not a word, thinking of Jaime.
When he lifted his arm, pain shot through his elbow, reminding him of his own brief taste of battle.
He loved his brother, but he would not have wanted to be with him in the Whispering Wood for allthe gold in Casterly Rock.
His lord father’s assembled captains and bannermen had fallen very quiet as the courier told histale. The only sound was the crackle and hiss5 of the log burning in the hearth6 at the end of the long,drafty common room.
After the hardships of the long relentless7 drive south, the prospect8 of even a single night in an innhad cheered Tyrion mightily9 … though he rather wished it had not been this inn again, with all itsmemories. His father had set a grueling pace, and it had taken its toll10. Men wounded in the battle keptup as best they could or were abandoned to fend11 for themselves. Every morning they left a few moreby the roadside, men who went to sleep never to wake. Every afternoon a few more collapsed12 alongthe way. And every evening a few more deserted13, stealing off into the dusk. Tyrion had been half-tempted to go with them.
He had been upstairs, enjoying the comfort of a featherbed and the warmth of Shae’s body besidehim, when his squire14 had woken him to say that a rider had arrived with dire15 news of Riverrun. So ithad all been for nothing. The rush south, the endless forced marches, the bodies left beside theroad … all for naught16. Robb Stark17 had reached Riverrun days and days ago.
“How could this happen?” Ser Harys Swyft moaned. “How? Even after the Whispering Wood,you had Riverrun ringed in iron, surrounded by a great host … what madness made Ser Jaime decideto split his men into three separate camps? Surely he knew how vulnerable that would leave them?”
Better than you, you chinless craven, Tyrion thought. Jaime might have lost Riverrun, but itangered him to hear his brother slandered18 by the likes of Swyft, a shameless lickspittle whose greatestaccomplishment was marrying his equally chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, and thereby19 attachinghimself to the Lannisters.
“I would have done the same,” his uncle responded, a good deal more calmly than Tyrion mighthave. “You have never seen Riverrun, Ser Harys, or you would know that Jaime had little choice inthe matter. The castle is situated20 at the end of the point of land where the Tumblestone flows into theRed Fork of the Trident. The rivers form two sides of a triangle, and when danger threatens, theTullys open their sluice21 gates upstream to create a wide moat on the third side, turning Riverrun intoan island. The walls rise sheer from the water, and from their towers the defenders22 have acommanding view of the opposite shores for many leagues around. To cut off all the approaches, abesieger must needs place one camp north of the Tumblestone, one south of the Red Fork, and a thirdbetween the rivers, west of the moat. There is no other way, none.”
“Ser Kevan speaks truly, my lords,” the courier said. “We’d built palisades of sharpened stakesaround the camps, yet it was not enough, not with no warning and the rivers cutting us off from eachother. They came down on the north camp first. No one was expecting an attack. Marq Piper had beenraiding our supply trains, but he had no more than fifty men. Ser Jaime had gone out to deal with them the night before … well, with what we thought was them. We were told the Stark host waseast of the Green Fork, marching south …”
“And your outriders?” Ser Gregor Clegane’s face might have been hewn from rock. The fire inthe hearth gave a somber23 orange cast to his skin and put deep shadows in the hollows of his eyes.
“They saw nothing? They gave you no warning?”
The bloodstained messenger shook his head. “Our outriders had been vanishing. Marq Piper’swork, we thought. The ones who did come back had seen nothing.”
“A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes,” the Mountain declared. “Cut them out and givethem to your next outrider. Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two … and if not,the man after him will have six.”
Lord Tywin Lannister turned his face to study Ser Gregor. Tyrion saw a glimmer24 of gold as thelight shone off his father’s pupils, but he could not have said whether the look was one of approval ordisgust. Lord Tywin was oft quiet in council, preferring to listen before he spoke25, a habit Tyrionhimself tried to emulate26. Yet this silence was uncharacteristic even for him, and his wine wasuntouched.
“You said they came at night,” Ser Kevan prompted.
The man gave a weary nod. “The Blackfish led the van, cutting down our sentries27 and clearingaway the palisades for the main assault. By the time our men knew what was happening, riders werepouring over the ditch banks and galloping28 through the camp with swords and torches in hand. I wassleeping in the west camp, between the rivers. When we heard the fighting and saw the tents beingfired, Lord Brax led us to the rafts and we tried to pole across, but the current pushed us downstreamand the Tullys started flinging rocks at us with the catapults on their walls. I saw one raft smashed tokindling and three others overturned, men swept into the river and drowned … and those who didmake it across found the Starks waiting for them on the riverbanks.”
Ser Flement Brax wore a silver-and-purple tabard and the look of a man who cannot comprehendwhat he has just heard. “My lord father—”
“Sorry, my lord,” the messenger said. “Lord Brax was clad in plate-and-mail when his raftoverturned. He was very gallant29.”
He was a fool, Tyrion thought, swirling30 his cup and staring down into the winy depths. Crossing ariver at night on a crude raft, wearing armor, with an enemy waiting on the other side—if that wasgallantry, he would take cowardice31 every time. He wondered if Lord Brax had felt especially gallantas the weight of his steel pulled him under the black water.
“The camp between the rivers was overrun as well,” the messenger was saying. “While we weretrying to cross, more Starks swept in from the west, two columns of armored horse. I saw LordUmber’s giant-in-chains and the Mallister eagle, but it was the boy who led them, with a monstrouswolf running at his side. I wasn’t there to see, but it’s said the beast killed four men and ripped apart adozen horses. Our spearmen formed up a shieldwall and held against their first charge, but when theTullys saw them engaged, they opened the gates of Riverrun and Tytos Blackwood led a sortie acrossthe drawbridge and took them in the rear.”
“Gods save us,” Lord Lefford swore.
“Greatjon Umber fired the siege towers we were building, and Lord Blackwood found SerEdmure Tully in chains among the other captives, and made off with them all. Our south camp wasunder the command of Ser Forley Prester. He retreated in good order when he saw that the othercamps were lost, with two thousand spears and as many bowmen, but the Tyroshi sellsword who ledhis freeriders struck his banners and went over to the foe32.”
“Curse the man.” His uncle Kevan sounded more angry than surprised. “I warned Jaime not totrust that one. A man who fights for coin is loyal only to his purse.”
Lord Tywin wove his fingers together under his chin. Only his eyes moved as he listened. Hisbristling golden sidewhiskers framed a face so still it might have been a mask, but Tyrion could seetiny beads33 of sweat dappling his father’s shaven head.
“How could it happen?” Ser Harys Swyft wailed34 again. “Ser Jaime taken, the siege broken … thisis a catastrophe35!”
Ser Addam Marbrand said, “I am sure we are all grateful to you for pointing out the obvious, SerHarys. The question is, what shall we do about it?”
“What can we do? Jaime’s host is all slaughtered36 or taken or put to flight, and the Starks and the Tullys sit squarely across our line of supply. We are cut off from the west! They can march onCasterly Rock if they so choose, and what’s to stop them? My lords, we are beaten. We must sue forpeace.”
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“Peace?” Tyrion swirled37 his wine thoughtfully, took a deep draft, and hurled38 his empty cup to thefloor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. “There’s your peace, Ser Harys. My sweet nephewbroke it for good and all when he decided39 to ornament40 the Red Keep with Lord Eddard’s head. You’llhave an easier time drinking wine from that cup than you will convincing Robb Stark to make peacenow. He’s winning … or hadn’t you noticed?”
“Two battles do not make a war,” Ser Addam insisted. “We are far from lost. I should welcomethe chance to try my own steel against this Stark boy.”
“Perhaps they would consent to a truce41, and allow us to trade our prisoners for theirs,” offeredLord Lefford.
“Unless they trade three-for-one, we still come out light on those scales,” Tyrion said acidly.
“And what are we to offer for my brother? Lord Eddard’s rotting head?”
“I had heard that Queen Cersei has the Hand’s daughters,” Lefford said hopefully. “If we give thelad his sisters back …”
Ser Addam snorted disdainfully. “He would have to be an utter ass4 to trade Jaime Lannister’s lifefor two girls.”
“Then we must ransom42 Ser Jaime, whatever it costs,” Lord Lefford said.
Tyrion rolled his eyes. “If the Starks feel the need for gold, they can melt down Jaime’s armor.”
“If we ask for a truce, they will think us weak,” Ser Addam argued. “We should march on them atonce.”
“Surely our friends at court could be prevailed upon to join us with fresh troops,” said Ser Harys.
“And someone might return to Casterly Rock to raise a new host.”
Lord Tywin Lannister rose to his feet. “They have my son,” he said once more, in a voice that cutthrough the babble43 like a sword through suet. “Leave me. All of you.”
Ever the soul of obedience44, Tyrion rose to depart with the rest, but his father gave him a look. “Notyou, 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 roomto 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 nonplussed45. He drank.
Lord Tywin seated himself. “You have the right of it about Stark. Alive, we might have used LordEddard to forge a peace with Winterfell and Riverrun, a peace that would have given us the time weneed to deal with Robert’s brothers. Dead …” His hand curled into a fist. “Madness. Rank madness.”
“Joff’s only a boy,” Tyrion pointed46 out. “At his age, I committed a few follies47 of my own.”
His father gave him a sharp look. “I suppose we ought to be grateful that he has not yet married awhore.”
Tyrion sipped48 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.”
Ser Kevan looked poleaxed. “A new—who? What have they done to Joffrey?”
The faintest flicker49 of distaste played across Lord Tywin’s thin lips. “Nothing … yet. My grandsonstill sits the Iron Throne, but the eunuch has heard whispers from the south. Renly Baratheon wedMargaery Tyrell at Highgarden this fortnight past, and now he has claimed the crown. The bride’sfather and brothers have bent50 the knee and sworn him their swords.”
“Those are grave tidings.” When Ser Kevan frowned, the furrows51 in his brow grew deep ascanyons.
“My daughter commands us to ride for King’s Landing at once, to defend the Red Keep againstKing Renly and the Knight52 of Flowers.” His mouth tightened53. “Commands us, mind you. In the nameof the king and council.”
“How is King Joffrey taking the news?” Tyrion asked with a certain black amusement.
“Cersei has not seen fit to tell him yet,” Lord Tywin said. “She fears he might insist on marchingagainst Renly himself.”
“With what army?” Tyrion asked. “You don’t plan to give him this one, I hope?”
“He talks of leading the City Watch,” Lord Tywin said.
“If he takes the Watch, he’ll leave the city undefended,” Ser Kevan said. “And with Lord Stannison Dragonstone …”
“Yes.” Lord Tywin looked down at his son. “I had thought you were the one made for motley,Tyrion, but it would appear that I was wrong.”
“Why, Father,” said Tyrion, “that almost sounds like praise.” He leaned forward intently. “Whatof Stannis? He’s the elder, not Renly. How does he feel about his brother’s claim?”
His father frowned. “I have felt from the beginning that Stannis was a greater danger than all theothers combined. Yet he does nothing. Oh, Varys hears his whispers. Stannis is building ships,Stannis is hiring sellswords, Stannis is bringing a shadowbinder from Asshai. What does it mean? Isany of it true?” He gave an irritated shrug54. “Kevan, bring us the map.”
Ser Kevan did as he was bid. Lord Tywin unrolled the leather, smoothing it flat. “Jaime has left usin a bad way. Roose Bolton and the remnants of his host are north of us. Our enemies hold the Twinsand Moat Cailin. Robb Stark sits to the west, so we cannot retreat to Lannisport and the Rock unlesswe choose to give battle. Jaime is taken, and his army for all purposes has ceased to exist. Thoros ofMyr and Beric Dondarrion continue to plague our foraging55 parties. To our east we have the Arryns,Stannis Baratheon sits on Dragonstone, and in the south Highgarden and Storm’s End are calling theirbanners.”
Tyrion smiled crookedly56. “Take heart, Father. At least Rhaegar Targaryen is still dead.”
“I had hoped you might have more to offer us than japes, Tyrion,” Lord Tywin Lannister said.
Ser Kevan frowned over the map, forehead creasing57. “Robb Stark will have Edmure Tully and thelords of the Trident with him now. Their combined power may exceed our own. And with RooseBolton behind us … Tywin, if we remain here, I fear we might be caught between three armies.”
“I have no intention of remaining here. We must finish our business with young Lord Stark beforeRenly Baratheon can march from Highgarden. Bolton does not concern me. He is a wary58 man, and wemade him warier59 on the Green Fork. He will be slow to give pursuit. So … on the morrow, we makefor Harrenhal. Kevan, I want Ser Addam’s outriders to screen our movements. Give him as many menas he requires, and send them out in groups of four. I will have no vanishings.”
“As you say, my lord, but … why Harrenhal? That is a grim, unlucky place. Some call it cursed.”
“Let them,” Lord Tywin said. “Unleash Ser Gregor and send him before us with his reavers. Sendforth Vargo Hoat and his freeriders as well, and Ser Amory Lorch. Each is to have three hundredhorse. Tell them I want to see the riverlands afire from the Gods Eye to the Red Fork.”
“They will burn, my lord,” Ser Kevan said, rising. “I shall give the commands.” He bowed andmade for the door.
When they were alone, Lord Tywin glanced at Tyrion. “Your savages60 might relish61 a bit of rapine.
Tell them they may ride with Vargo Hoat and plunder62 as they like—goods, stock, women, they maytake what they want and burn the rest.”
“Telling Shagga and Timett how to pillage63 is like telling a rooster how to crow,” Tyrioncommented, “but I should prefer to keep them with me.” Uncouth64 and unruly they might be, yet thewildlings were his, and he trusted them more than any of his father’s men. He was not about to handthem over.
“Then you had best learn to control them. I will not have the city plundered65.”
“The city?” Tyrion was lost. “What city would that be?”
“King’s Landing. I am sending you to court.”
It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. He reached for his wine, andconsidered for a moment as he sipped. “And what am I to do there?”
“Rule,” his father said curtly66.
Tyrion hooted67 with laughter. “My sweet sister might have a word or two to say about that!”
“Let her say what she likes. Her son needs to be taken in hand before he ruins us all. I blame thosejackanapes on the council—our friend Petyr, the venerable Grand Maester, and that cockless wonderLord Varys. What sort of counsel are they giving Joffrey when he lurches from one folly68 to the next?
Whose notion was it to make this Janos Slynt a lord? The man’s father was a butcher, and they granthim Harrenhal. Harrenhal, that was the seat of kings! Not that he will ever set foot inside it, if I havea say. I am told he took a bloody69 spear for his sigil. A bloody cleaver70 would have been my choice.”
His father had not raised his voice, yet Tyrion could see the anger in the gold of his eyes. “Anddismissing Selmy, where was the sense in that? Yes, the man was old, but the name of Barristan theBold still has meaning in the realm. He lent honor to any man he served. Can anyone say the same ofthe Hound? You feed your dog bones under the table, you do not seat him beside you on the highbench.” He pointed a finger at Tyrion’s face. “If Cersei cannot curb71 the boy, you must. And if thesecouncillors are playing us false …”
ddismissing Selmy, where was the sense in that? Yes, the man was old, but the name of Barristan theBold still has meaning in the realm. He lent honor to any man he served. Can anyone say the same ofthe Hound? You feed your dog bones under the table, you do not seat him beside you on the highbench.” He pointed a finger at Tyrion’s face. “If Cersei cannot curb the boy, you must. And if thesecouncillors are playing us false …”
Tyrion knew. “Spikes,” he sighed. “Heads. Walls.”
“I see you have taken a few lessons from me.”
“More than you know, Father,” Tyrion answered quietly. He finished his wine and set the cupaside, thoughtful. A part of him was more pleased than he cared to admit. Another part wasremembering the battle upriver, and wondering if he was being sent to hold the left again. “Why me?”
he asked, cocking his head to one side. “Why not my uncle? Why not Ser Addam or Ser Flement orLord Serrett? Why not a … bigger man?”
Lord Tywin rose abruptly72. “You are my son.”
That was when he knew. You have given him up for lost, he thought. You bloody bastard73, you thinkJaime’s good as dead, so I’m all you have left. Tyrion wanted to slap him, to spit in his face, to drawhis dagger74 and cut the heart out of him and see if it was made of old hard gold, the way the smallfolkssaid. Yet he sat there, silent and still.
The shards75 of the broken cup crunched76 beneath his father’s heels as Lord Tywin crossed the room.
“One last thing,” he said at the door. “You will not take the whore to court.”
Tyrion sat alone in the common room for a long while after his father was gone. Finally he climbedthe steps to his cozy77 garret beneath the bell tower. The ceiling was low, but that was scarcely adrawback for a dwarf78. From the window, he could see the gibbet his father had erected79 in the yard.
The innkeep’s body turned slowly on its rope whenever the night wind gusted80. Her flesh had grown asthin and ragged81 as Lannister hopes.
Shae murmured sleepily and rolled toward him when he sat on the edge of the featherbed. He slidhis hand under the blanket and cupped a soft breast, and her eyes opened. “M’lord,” she said with adrowsy smile.
When he felt her nipple stiffen82, Tyrion kissed her. “I have a mind to take you to King’s Landing,sweetling,” he whispered.
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