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〃If you mislike your wife's servants； dismiss them and hire ones more to your liking。 That is your right。 it is your wife's maidenhood that concerns me； not her maids。 This 。 。 。 delicacy puzzles me。 You seem to have no difficulty bedding whores。 Is the Stark girl made differently？〃
〃Why do you take so much bloody interest in where I put my cock？〃 Tyrion demanded。 〃Sansa is too young。〃
〃She is old enough to be Lady of Winterfell once her brother is dead。 Claim her maidenhood and you will be one step closer to claiming the north。 Get her with child； and the prize is all but won。 Do I need to remind you that a marriage that has not been consummated can be set aside？〃
〃By the High Septon or a Council of Faith。 Our present High Septon is a trained seal who barks prettily on mand。 Moon Boy is more like to annul my marriage than he is。〃
〃Perhaps I should have married Sansa Stark to Moon Boy。 He might have known what to do with her。〃
Tyrion's hands clenched on the arms of his chair。 〃I have heard all I mean to hear on the subject of my wife's maidenhead。 But so long as we are discussing marriage； why is it that I hear nothing of my sister's impending nuptials？ As I recall…〃
Lord Tywin cut him off。 〃Mace Tyrell has refused my offer to marry Cersei to his heir Willas。〃
〃Refused our sweet Cersei？〃 That put Tyrion in a much better mood。
〃When I first broached the match to him； Lord Tyrell seemed well enough disposed；〃 his father said。 〃A day later； all was changed。 The old woman's work。 She hectors her son unmercifully。 Varys claims she told him that your sister was too old and too used for this precious one…legged grandson of hers。〃
〃Cersei must have loved that。〃 He laughed。
Lord Tywin gave him a chilly look。 〃She does not know。 Nor will she。 It is better for all of us if the offer was never made。 See that you remember that； Tyrion。 The offer was never made。〃
〃What offer？〃 Tyrion rather suspected that Lord Tyrell might e to regret this rebuff。
〃Your sister will be wed。 The question is； to whom？ I have several thoughts…〃 Before he could get to them； there was a rap at the door and a guardsman stuck in his head to announce Grand Maester Pycelle。 〃He may enter；〃 said Lord Tywin。
Pycelle tottered in on a cane； and stopped long enough to give Tyrion a look that would curdle milk。 His once…magnificent white beard； which someone had unaccountably shaved off； was growing back sparse and wispy； leaving him with unsightly pink wattles to dangle beneath his neck。 〃My lord Hand；〃 the old man said； bowing as deeply as he could without falling； 〃there has been another bird from Castle Black。 Mayhaps we could consult privily？〃
〃There's no need for that。〃 Lord Tywin waved Grand Maester Pycelle to a seat。 〃Tyrion may stay。〃
Oooooh； may R He rubbed his nose； and waited。
Pycelle cleared his throat； which involved a deal of coughing and hawking。 〃The letter is from the same Bowen Marsh who sent the last。 The castellan。 He writes that Lord Mormont has sent word of wildlings moving south in vast numbers。〃
〃The lands beyond the Wall cannot support vast numbers；〃 said Lord Tywin firmly。 〃This warning is not new。〃
〃This last is； my lord。 Mormont sent a bird from the haunted forest； to report that he was under attack。 More ravens have returned since； but none with letters。 This Bowen Marsh fears Lord Mormont slain； with all his strength。〃
Tyrion had rather liked old Jeor Mormont； with his gruff manner and talking bird。 〃Is this certain？〃 he asked。
〃It is not；〃 Pycelle admitted； 〃but none of Mormont's men have returned as yet。 Marsh fears the wildlings have killed them； and that the Wall itself may be attacked next。〃 He fumbled in his robe and found the paper。 〃Here is his letter； my lord； a plea to all five kings。 He wants men； as many men as we can send him。〃
〃Five kings？〃 His father was annoyed。 〃There is one king in Westeros。 Those fools in black might try and remember that if they wish His Grace to heed them。 When you reply； tell him that Renly is dead and the others are traitors and pretenders。〃
〃No doubt they will be glad to learn it。 The Wall is a world apart； and news oft reaches them late。〃 Pycelle bobbed his head up and down。 〃What shall I tell Marsh concerning the men he begs for？ Shall we convene the council 。 。 。
〃There is no need。 The Night's Watch is a pack of thieves； killers； and baseborn churls； but it occurs to me that they could prove otherwise； given proper discipline。 If Mormont is indeed dead； the black brothers must choose a new Lord mander。〃
Pycelle gave Tyrion a sly glance。 〃An excellent thought； my lord。 I know the very man。 Janos Slynt。〃
Tyrion liked that notion not at all。 〃The black brothers choose their own mander；〃 he reminded them。 〃Lord Slynt is new to the Wall。 I know； I sent him there。 Why should they pick him over a dozen more senior men？〃
〃Because；〃 his father said； in a tone that suggested Tyrion was quite the simpleton； 〃if they do not vote as they are told； their Wall will melt before it sees another man。〃
Yes； that would work。 Tyrion hitched forward。 〃Janos Slynt is the wrong man； Father。 We'd do better with the mander of the Shadow Tower。 Or Eastwatch…by…the…Sea。〃
〃The mander of the Shadow Tower is a Mallister of Seagard。 Eastwatch is held by an ironman。〃 Neither would serve his purposes； Lord Tywin's tone said clear enough。
〃Janos Slynt is a butcher's son；〃 Tyrion reminded his father forcefully。 〃You yourself told me…〃
〃I recall what I told you。 Castle Black is not Harrenhal； however。 The Night's Watch is not the king's council。 There is a tool for every task； and a task for every tool。〃
Tyrion's anger flashed。 〃Lord Janos is a hollow suit of armor who will sell himself to the highest bidder。〃
〃I count that a point in his favor。 Who is like to bid higher than us？〃 He turned to Pycelle。 〃Send a raven。 Write that King Joffrey was deeply saddened to hear of Lord mander Mormont's death； but regrets that he can spare no men just now； whilst so many rebels and usurpers remain in the field。 Suggest that matters might be quite different once the throne is secure 。 。 。 provided the king has full confidence in the leadership of the Watch。 In closing； ask Marsh to pass along His Grace's fondest regards to his faithful friend and servant 。； Lord Janos Slynt。〃
〃Yes； my lord。〃 Pycelle bobbed his withered head once more。 〃I shall write as the Hand mands。 With great pleasure。〃
I should have trimmed his head； not his beard； Tyrion reflected。 And Slynt should have gone for a swim with his dear friend Allar Deem。 At least he had not made the same foolish mistake with Symon Silver Tongue。 See there； Father？ he wanted to shout。 See how fast I learn my lessons？
CHAPTER 33
SAMWELL
Up in the loft a woman was giving birth noisily； while below a man lay dying by the fire。 Samwell Tarly could not say which frightened him more。
They'd covered poor Barmen with a pile of furs and stoked the fire high； yet all he could say was； 〃I'm cold。 Please。 I'm so cold。〃 Sam was trying to feed him onion broth； but he could not swallow。 The broth dribbled over his lips and down his chin as fast as Sam could spoon it in。
〃That one's dead。〃 C