I'm gone?"
She raised her arms and stretched like some sleek black cat. "girl on girl teen Sleep. I am
much better rested since you began to visit us, my lord. And Marei is
teaching us to read, perhaps soon I will be girl on girl teen able girl on girl teen to pass the time with girl on girl teen a
book."
"Sleep is good," he said. "And books are better." He gave her a quick kiss
on the cheek. Then it was down the shaft and through the tunnel.
As he left the stable on
his piebald gelding, Tyrion heard the sound girl on girl teen of
music drifting over the rooftops. It was pleasant to think that men girl on girl teen still
sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine. Remembered notes filled his
girl on girl teen head, girl on girl teen and for a moment he could girl on girl teen almost hear Tysha as she'd sung to him half
a lifetime ago. He reined up to listen. The tune was wrong, the girl on girl teen words too
girl on girl teen faint to hear. Girl on girl teen a different song then, and why not? His sweet innocent Tysha
had been a lie start to finish, only a whore his brother Jaime had hired to
make him a man.
I'm free of Tysha now, he thought. She's haunted me half my life, but I
don't need her anymore, no more than I need Alayaya or Dancy or Marei, or
the hundreds like them I've bedded with over the years. I have Shae now . .
. Shae.
The gates of the manse were closed and barred. Tyrion pounded girl on girl teen until the
ornate bronze eye clacked open. "It's me.&girl on girl teen quot; The man who admitted
him was girl on girl teen one
of Varys's prettier finds, a Braavosi daggerman with a harelip and girl on girl teen a lazy
eye. Tyrion had wanted no handsome young guardsmen loitering girl on girl teen about Shae day
after day. "Find me old, ugly, scarred men, preferably impotent," he had
told girl on girl teen the eunuch. "Men who girl on girl teen prefer boys. Or men who prefer sheep, for that
matter." girl on girl teen Varys had not managed to come up with any sheeplovers, but he did
find a eunuch strangler and a pair of foulsmelling Ibbenese who were as
fond of axes as they were of each other. The others were as choice a lot of
mercenaries as ever graced a dungeon, each uglier than the last. When Varys
had paraded them before him, Tyrion had girl on girl teen been afraid he'd gone too far, but
Shae had never uttered a girl on girl teen word of complaint. And why would she? She has
never complained of me, and I'm more hideous than all her guards together.
Perhaps she does not even see ugliness.
Even so, girl on girl teen Tyrion would sooner have used some of his mountain clansmen to
guard the manse; Chella's Black Ears perhaps, or the Moon Brothers. He had
more faith in their iron loyalties and sense of honor than in the greed of
sellswords.