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made me.
Please
. Your father frightens me so.” She sat up, letting the blanket slide down to her lap. Beneath it she was naked, but for the chain about her throat. A chain of linked golden hands, each holding the next.
    â€œMy lady Shae,” Tyrion said softly. “All the time I sat in the black cell waiting to die, I kept remembering how beautiful you were. In silk or roughspun or nothing at all . . .”
    â€œM’lord will be back soon. You should go, or . . . did you come to take me away?”
    â€œDid you ever like it?” He cupped her cheek, remembering all the times he had done this before. All the times he’d slid his hands around her waist, squeezed her small firm breasts, stroked her short dark hair, touched her lips, her cheeks, her ears. All the times he had opened her with a finger to probe her secret sweetness and make her moan. “Did you ever like my touch?”
    â€œMore than anything,” she said, “my giant of Lannister.”
    That was the worst thing you could have said, sweetling
.
    Tyrion slid a hand under his father’s chain, and twisted. The links tightened, digging into her neck. “For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman’s hands are warm,” he said. He gave cold hands another twist as the warm ones beat away his tears.
    Afterward he found Lord Tywin’s dagger on the bedside table and shoved it through his belt. A lion-headed mace, a poleaxe, and a crossbow had been hung on the walls. The poleaxe would be clumsy to wield inside a castle, and the mace was too high to reach, but a large wood-and-iron chest had been placed against the wall directly under the crossbow. He climbed up, pulled down the bow and a leather quiver packed with quarrels, jammed a foot into the stirrup, and pushed down until the bowstring cocked. Then he slipped a bolt into the notch.
    Jaime had lectured him more than once on the drawbacks of crossbows. If Lum and Lester emerged from wherever they were talking, he’d never have time to reload, but at least he’d take one down to hell with him. Lum, if he had a choice.
You’ll have to clean your own mail, Lum. You lose
.
    Waddling to the door, he listened a moment, then eased it open slowly. A lamp burned in a stone niche, casting wan yellow light over the empty hallway. Only the flame was moving. Tyrion slid out, holding the crossbow down against his leg.
    He found his father where he knew he’d find him, seated in the dimness of the privy tower, bedrobe hiked up around his hips. At the sound of steps, Lord Tywin raised his eyes.
    Tyrion gave him a mocking half bow. “My lord.”
    â€œTyrion.” If he was afraid, Tywin Lannister gave no hint of it. “Who released you from your cell?”
    â€œI’d love to tell you, but I swore a holy oath.”
    â€œThe eunuch,” his father decided. “I’ll have his head for this. Is that my crossbow? Put it down.”
    â€œWill you punish me if I refuse, Father?”
    â€œThis escape is folly. You are not to be killed, if that is what you fear. It’s still my intent to send you to the Wall, but I could not do it without Lord Tyrell’s consent. Put down the crossbow and we will go back to my chambers and talk of it.”
    â€œWe can talk here just as well. Perhaps I don’t choose to go to the Wall, Father. It’s bloody cold up there, and I believe I’ve had enough coldness from you. So just tell me something, and I’ll be on my way. One simple question, you owe me that much.”
    â€œI owe you nothing.”
    â€œYou’ve given me less than that, all my life, but you’ll give me this. What did you do with Tysha?”
    â€œTysha?”
    He does not even remember her name
. “The girl I married.”
    â€œOh, yes. Your first whore.”
    Tyrion took aim at his father’s chest. “The next time you say that word, I’ll kill you.”
    â€œYou do not have the courage.”
    â€œShall we find out? It’s a short word, and it seems to come so easily to your lips.” Tyrion gestured impatiently with the bow. “Tysha. What did you do with her, after my little lesson?”
    â€œI don’t recall.”
    â€œTry harder. Did you have her killed?”
    His father pursed his lips. “There was no reason for that, she’d learned her place . . . and had been well paid for her day’s work, I seem to recall. I suppose the steward