You might at least humor me with a smile. Hoster will be chiding me about the Redwyne girl even as we light his funeral pyre, damn his bones. what madness made Ser Jaime decide to split his men into three separate camps? Surely he knew how vulnerable that would leave them? Better than you, you chinless craven, Tyrion thought. Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
For the love you say you bear me, help him now. I tossed the dice. Osha grinned. To vouchsafe for our good intentions, my brother Ser Perwyn will remain here until she is safely returned to you.
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