Lady Arryn had summoned her knights and retainers to hear his confession, as he had hoped. Blood fountained as the young rider reeled backward, gasping. Lord Tywin would do no such thing, of course, but Tyrion would make up for it if he won free. The queen glanced at the words.
Fumbling at his belt with his good hand, he drew a sword and flung it at Tyrion's feet. This soil is too stony for digging, Ser Willis said. Your Grace, Ned said respectfully. That rustling, that's them talking back.
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