Lord Tywin studied his grandchild in silence, gold flecks shining in his palegreen eyes. She hurried faster, driven bythe music. Others might like my tune better. And after Ryman came his own sons, Edwyn and Black Walder, who were evenworse.
Jaime would not be afraid, he thought, before he remembered what Jaime haddone to him. Some of the onlookers even had small children sitting ontheir shoulders, to get a better view. The guests stood, shouting and applauding and smashing their wine cupstogether as the great pie made its slow way down the length of the hall,wheeled along by a half-dozen beaming cooks. He wanted me whereVarys could watch me, day and night.
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