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years of his childhood, only Jaime had ever shown him the smallest measure of affection or respect, and for that Tyrion was willing to forgive him most anything.
    A servant approached. “Bread,” Tyrion told him, “and two of those little fish, and a mug of that good dark beer to wash them down. Oh, and some bacon. Burn it until it turns black.” The man bowed and moved off. Tyrion turned back to his siblings. Twins, male and female. They looked very much the part this morning. Both had chosen a deep green that matched their eyes. Their blond curls were all a fashionable tumble, and gold ornaments shone at wrists and fingers and throats.
    Tyrion wondered what it would be like to have a twin, and decided that he would rather not know. Bad enough to face himself in a looking glass every day. Another him was a thought too dreadful to contemplate.
    Prince Tommen spoke up. “Do you have news of Bran, Uncle?”
    â€œI stopped by the sickroom last night,” Tyrion announced. “There was no change. The maester thought that a hopeful sign.”
    â€œI don’t want Brandon to die,” Tommen said timorously. He was a sweet boy. Not like his brother, but then Jaime and Tyrion were somewhat less than peas in a pod themselves.
    â€œLord Eddard had a brother named Brandon as well,”Jaime mused. “One of the hostages murdered by Targaryen. It seems to be an unlucky name.”
    â€œOh, not so unlucky as all that, surely,” Tyrion said. The servant brought his plate. He ripped off a chunk of black bread.
    Cersei was studying him warily. “What do you mean?”
    Tyrion gave her a crooked smile. “Why, only that Tommen may get his wish. The maester thinks the boy may yet live.” He took a sip of beer.
    Myrcella gave a happy gasp, and Tommen smiled nervously, but it was not the children Tyrion was watching. The glance that passed between Jaime and Cersei lasted no more than a second, but he did not miss it. Then his sister dropped her gaze to the table. “That is no mercy. These northern gods are cruel to let the child linger in such pain.”
    â€œWhat were the maester’s words?” Jaime asked.
    The bacon crunched when he bit into it. Tyrion chewed thoughtfully for a moment and said, “He thinks that if the boy were going to die, he would have done so already. It has been four days with no change.”
    â€œWill Bran get better, Uncle?” little Myrcella asked. She had all of her mother’s beauty, and none of her nature.
    â€œHis back is broken, little one,” Tyrion told her. “The fall shattered his legs as well. They keep him alive with honey and water, or he would starve to death. Perhaps, if he wakes, he will be able to eat real food, but he will never walk again.”
    â€œIf he wakes,” Cersei repeated. “Is that likely?”
    â€œThe gods alone know,” Tyrion told her. “The maester only hopes.” He chewed some more bread. “I would swear that wolf of his is keeping the boy alive. The creature is outside his window day and night, howling. Every time they chase it away, it returns. The maester said they closed the window once, to shut out the noise, and Bran seemed to weaken. When they opened it again, his heart beat stronger.”
    The queen shuddered. “There is something unnatural about those animals,” she said. “They are dangerous. I will
not
have any of them coming south with us.”
    Jaime said, “You’ll have a hard time stopping them, sister. They follow those girls everywhere.”
    Tyrion started on his fish. “Are you leaving soon, then?”
    â€œNot near soon enough,” Cersei said. Then she frowned. “Are
we
leaving?” she echoed. “What about you? Gods, don’t tell me you are staying
here?”
    Tyrion shrugged. “Benjen Stark is returning to the Night’s Watch with his brother’s bastard. I have a mind to go with them and see this Wall we have all heard so much of.”
    Jaime smiled. “I hope you’re not thinking of taking the black on us, sweet brother.”
    Tyrion laughed. “What, me, celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock. No, I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world.”
    Cersei stood abruptly. “The children don’t need to hear this filth. Tommen, Myrcella, come.” She strode briskly from the morning room, her train