By the time he came trotting back, I'd gotten a name out of her, and a story. They'd torn the rags she was wearing half off her back, so I wrapped her in my cloak while Jaime chase the men into the woods. She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart.
When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king. And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs. „I don't even know who my mother was, Jon said. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure. „You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister. „All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you. „Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. „Let me give you some counsel, bastard, Lannister said.
He was pleased by the dwarf's comment, but he tried not to let it show. You have more of the north in you than your brothers. „Lord Eddard Stark is my father, Jon admitted stiffly. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head. He pressed his lips together and said nothing. Jon felt a coldness pass right through him.
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