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The big jowly man glared at him。 〃You told your savages to kill me if I opened my mouth； that's what I'll tell them。〃
〃Tyrion；〃 Lord Tywin said。 〃You are to speak only when we call upon you。 Take this for a warning。〃
Tyrion subsided； seething。
The Kettleblacks came next； all three of them in turn。 Osney and Osfryd told the tale of his supper with Cersei before the Battle of the Blackwater； and of the threats he'd made。
〃He told Her Grace that he meant to do her harm；〃 said Ser Osfryd。 〃To hurt her。〃 His brother Osney elaborated。 〃He said he would wait for a day when she was happy； and make her joy turn to ashes in her mouth。〃 Neither mentioned Alayaya。
Ser Osmund Kettleblack； a vision of chivalry in immaculate scale armor and white wool cloak； swore that King Joffrey had long known that his uncle Tyrion meant to murder him。 〃It was the day they gave me the white cloak； my lords；〃 he told the judges。 〃That brave boy said to me； 'Good Ser Osmund； guard me well； for my uncle loves me not。 He means to be king in my place。〃'
That was more than Tyrion could stomach。 〃Liar！〃 He took two steps forward before the gold cloaks dragged him back。
Lord Tywin frowned。 〃Must we have you chained hand and foot like a mon brigand？〃
Tyrion gnashed his teeth。 A second mistake； fool； fool； fool of a dwarf。 Keep your calm or you're doomed。 〃No。 I beg your pardons； my lords。 His lies angered me。〃
〃His truths； you mean；〃 said Cersei。 〃Father； I beg you to put him in fetters； for your own protection。 You see how he is。〃
〃I see he's a dwarf；〃 said Prince Oberyn。 〃The day I fear a dwarf's wrath is the day I drown myself in a cask of red。〃
〃We need no fetters。〃 Lord Tywin glanced at the windows； and rose。 〃The hour grows late。 We shall resume on the morrow。〃
That night； alone in his tower cell with a blank parchment and a cup of wine； Tyrion found himself thinking of his wife。 Not Sansa； his first wife； Tysha。 The whore wife； not the wolf wife。 Her love for him had been pretense； and yet he had believed； and found joy in that belief。 Give me sweet lies； and keep your bitter truths。 He drank his wine and thought of Shae。 Later； when Ser Kevan paid his nightly visit； Tyrion asked for Varys。
〃You believe the eunuch will speak in your defense？〃
〃I won't know until I have talked with him。 Send him here； Uncle； if you would be so good。〃
〃As you wish。〃
Maesters Ballabar and Frenken opened the second day of trial。 They had opened King Joffrey's noble corpse as well； they swore； and found no morsel of pigeon pie nor any other food lodged in the royal throat。 〃It was poison that killed him； my lords；〃 said Ballabar； as Frenken nodded gravely。
Then they brought forth Grand Maester Pycelle； leaning heavily on a twisted cane and shaking as he walked； a few white hairs sprouting from his long chicken's neck。 He had grown too frail to stand； so the judges permitted a chair to be brought in for him； and a table as well。 On the table were laid a number of small jars。 Pycelle was pleased to put a name to each。
〃Greycap；〃 he said in a quavery voice； 〃from the toadstool。 Nightshade； sweetsleep； demon's dance。 This is blindeye。 Widow's blood； this one is called； for the color。 A cruel potion。 It shuts down a man's bladder and bowels； until he drowns in his own poisons。 This wolfsbane； here basilisk venom； and this one the tears of Lys。 Yes。 I know them all。 The Imp Tyrion Lannister stole them from my chambers； when he had me falsely imprisoned。〃
〃Pycelle；〃 Tyrion called out； risking his father's wrath； 〃could any of these poisons choke off a man's breath？〃
〃No。 For that； you must turn to a rarer poison。 When I was a boy at the Citadel； my teachers named it simply the strangler。〃
〃But this rare poison was not found； was it？〃
〃No； my lord。〃 Pycelle blinked at him。 〃You used it all to kill the noblest child the gods ever put on this good earth。〃
Tyrion's anger overwhelmed his sense。 〃Joffrey was cruel and stupid； but I did not kill him。 Have my head off if you like； I had no hand in my nephew's death。〃
〃Silence！〃 Lord Tywin said。 〃I have told you thrice。 The next time； you shall be gagged and chained。〃
After Pycelle came the procession； endless and wearisome。 Lords and ladies and noble knights； highborn and humble alike； they had all been present at the wedding feast； had all seen Joffrey choke； his face turning as black as a Dornish plum。 Lord Redwyne； Lord Celtigar； and Ser Flement Brax had heard Tyrion threaten the king； two serving men； a juggler； Lord Gyles； Ser Hobber Redwyne； and Ser Philip Foote had observed him fill the wedding chalice； Lady Merryweather swore that she had seen the dwarf drop something into the king's wine while Joff and Margaery were cutting the pie； old Estermont； young Peckledon； the singer Galyeon of Cuy； and the squires Morros and Jothos Slynt told how Tyrion had picked up the chalice as Joff was dying and poured out the last of the poisoned wine onto the floor。
When did I make so many enemies？ Lady Merryweather was all but a stranger。 Tyrion wondered if she was blind or bought。 At least Galyeon of Cuy had not set his account to music； or else there might have been seventy…seven bloody verses to it。
When his uncle called that night after supper； his manner was cold and distant。 He thinks I did it too。 〃Do you have witnesses for us？〃 Ser Kevan asked him。
〃Not as such； no。 Unless you've found my wife。〃
His uncle shook his head。 〃It would seem the trial is going very badly for you。〃
〃Oh； do you think so？ I hadn't noticed。〃 Tyrion fingered his scar。 〃Varys has not e。〃
〃Nor will he。 On the morrow he testifies against you。〃
Lovely。 〃I see。〃 He shifted in his seat。 〃I am curious。 You were always a fair man； Uncle。 What convinced you？〃
〃Why steal Pycelle's poisons； if not to use them？〃 Ser Kevan said bluntly。 〃And Lady Merryweather saw…〃
〃…nothing！ There was nothing to see。 But how do I prove that？ How do I prove anything； penned up here？〃
〃Perhaps the time has e for you to confess。〃
Even through the thick stone walls of the Red Keep； Tyrion could hear the steady wash of rain。 〃Say that again； Uncle？ I could swear you urged me to confess。〃
〃If you were to admit your guilt before the throne and repent of your crime； your father would withhold the sword。 You would be permitted to take the black。〃
Tyrion laughed in his face。 〃Those were the same terms Cersei offered Eddard Stark。 We all know how that ended。〃
〃Your father had no part in that。〃
That much was true； at least。 〃Castle Black teems with murderers； thieves and rapists；〃 Tyrion said； 〃but I don't recall meeting many regicides while I was there。 You expect me to believe that if I admit to being a kinslayer and kingslayer； my father will simply nod； forgive me； and pack me off to the Wall with some warm woolen smallclothes。〃 He hooted rudely。
〃Naught was said of forgiveness；〃 Ser Kevan said sternly。 〃A confession would put this matter to rest。 It is for that reason your father sends me with this offer。〃
〃Thank him kindly for me； Uncle；〃 said Tyrion； 〃but tell him I am not presently in a confessing mood。〃
〃Were I you； I'd change my mood。 Your sister wants your head； and Lord Tyre