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He
was
more
interested
in
the
pair
that
came
behind
him
:
the
queen
's
brothers
,
the
Lannisters
of
Casterly
Rock
.
The
Lion
and
the
Imp
;
there
was
no
mistaking
which
was
which
.
Ser
Jaime
Lannister
was
twin
to
Queen
Cersei
;
tall
and
golden
,
with
flashing
green
eyes
and
a
smile
that
cut
like
a
knife
.
He
wore
crimson
silk
,
high
black
boots
,
a
black
satin
cloak
.
On
the
breast
of
his
tunic
,
the
lion
of
his
House
was
embroidered
in
gold
thread
,
roaring
its
defiance
.
They
called
him
the
Lion
of
Lannister
to
his
face
and
whispered
"
Kingslayer
"
behind
his
back
.
Jon
found
it
hard
to
look
away
from
him
.
This
is
what
a
king
should
look
like
,
he
thought
to
himself
as
the
man
passed
.
Then
he
saw
the
other
one
,
waddling
along
half-hidden
by
his
brother
's
side
.
Tyrion
Lannister
,
the
youngest
of
Lord
Tywin
's
brood
and
by
far
the
ugliest
.
All
that
the
gods
had
given
to
Cersei
and
Jaime
,
they
had
denied
Tyrion
.
He
was
a
dwarf
,
half
his
brother
's
height
,
struggling
to
keep
pace
on
stunted
legs
.
His
head
was
too
large
for
his
body
,
with
a
brute
's
squashed-in
face
beneath
a
swollen
shelf
of
brow
.
One
green
eye
and
one
black
one
peered
out
from
under
a
lank
fall
of
hair
so
blond
it
seemed
white
.
Jon
watched
him
with
fascination
.
The
last
of
the
high
lords
to
enter
were
his
uncle
,
Benjen
Stark
of
the
Night
's
Watch
,
and
his
father
's
ward
,
young
Theon
Greyjoy
.
Benjen
gave
Jon
a
warm
smile
as
he
went
by
.
Theon
ignored
him
utterly
,
but
there
was
nothing
new
in
that
.
After
all
had
been
seated
,
toasts
were
made
,
thanks
were
given
and
returned
,
and
then
the
feasting
began
.
Jon
had
started
drinking
then
,
and
he
had
not
stopped
.
Something
rubbed
against
his
leg
beneath
the
table
.
Jon
saw
red
eyes
staring
up
at
him
.
"
Hungry
again
?
"
he
asked
.
There
was
still
half
a
honeyed
chicken
in
the
center
of
the
table
.
Jon
reached
out
to
tear
off
a
leg
,
then
had
a
better
idea
.
He
knifed
the
bird
whole
and
let
the
carcass
slide
to
the
floor
between
his
legs
.
Ghost
ripped
into
it
in
savage
silence
.
His
brothers
and
sisters
had
not
been
permitted
to
bring
their
wolves
to
the
banquet
,
but
there
were
more
curs
than
Jon
could
count
at
this
end
of
the
hall
,
and
no
one
had
said
a
word
about
his
pup
.
He
told
himself
he
was
fortunate
in
that
too
.
His
eyes
stung
.
Jon
rubbed
at
them
savagely
,
cursing
the
smoke
.
He
swallowed
another
gulp
of
wine
and
watched
his
direwolf
devour
the
chicken
.
Dogs
moved
between
the
tables
,
trailing
after
the
serving
girls
.
One
of
them
,
a
black
mongrel
bitch
with
long
yellow
eyes
,
caught
a
scent
of
the
chicken
.
She
stopped
and
edged
under
the
bench
to
get
a
share
.
Jon
watched
the
confrontation
.
The
bitch
growled
low
in
her
throat
and
moved
closer
.
Ghost
looked
up
,
silent
,
and
fixed
the
dog
with
those
hot
red
eyes
.
The
bitch
snapped
an
angry
challenge
.
She
was
three
times
the
size
of
the
direwolf
pup
.
Ghost
did
not
move
.
He
stood
over
his
prize
and
opened
his
mouth
,
baring
his
fangs
.
The
bitch
tensed
,
barked
again
,
then
thought
better
of
this
fight
.
She
turned
and
slunk
away
,
with
one
last
defiant
snap
to
save
her
pride
.
Ghost
went
back
to
his
meal
.
Jon
grinned
and
reached
under
the
table
to
ruffle
the
shaggy
white
fur
.
The
direwolf
looked
up
at
him
,
nipped
gently
at
his
hand
,
then
went
back
to
eating
.
