but his wolf did. After the hardships of the long relentless drive south, the prospect of even a single night in an inn had cheered Tyrion mightily . Sweet sister, he murmured hoarsely. It's not for sale.
She did not say when she meant to return, only that she had taken the Imp as prisoner. And so, foot by foot, step by step, the bastard girl led Catelyn across, blind and trembling, while the white mule followed placidly behind them. It would be a mercy. She had been thrilled by the invitation, and her stupid sister was going to ruin everything, just as she'd feared.
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