He could almost hear her voice again, and the click-click-click of her needles. What shall we do with this little friend of hers, my lords? Lord Petyr leaned forward. Much later, when the serious business of eating was done and the others had left, Mormont offered Tyrion a chair beside the fire and a cup of mulled spirits so strong they brought tears to his eyes. Tyrion meant to change that.
Ser Lyn was a different sort of folly; lean and handsome, heir to an ancient but impoverished house, but vain, reckless, hot-tempered . A GAME OF THRONES 197 We all lie, her father said. Your Grace, he said at last. He filled his fist and tossed the raw red morsels into the cage, and the squawking and squabbling grew hotter.
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