{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"no instinct warned me","provider_url":"https:\/\/banuyu.cafeblog.hu","author_name":"banuyu","author_url":"https:\/\/banuyu.cafeblog.hu\/author\/banuyu\/","title":"glanced back over his shoulder","html":" \r\n He had it from this serving girl who heard Ser Kevan talking to your father.\u201d She wriggled free of his grasp and pulled her dress up over her head. As ever, she was naked underneath. \u201cI don\u2019t care. She\u2019s only a little girl. You\u2019ll give her a big belly and come back to me.\u201d Some part of him had hoped for less indifference. Had hoped, he jeered bitterly, but now you know better, dwarf. Shae is all the love you\u2019re ever like to have. Muddy Way was crowded, but soldiers and townfolk alike made way for the Imp and his escort. Hollow-eyed children swarmed underfoot, some looking up in silent appeal whilst others begged noisily. Tyrion pulled a big fistful of coppers from his purse and tossed them in the air, and the children went running for them, shoving and shouting Hong Kong life<\/a>. \r\n\r\nThe lucky ones might be able to buy a heel of stale bread tonight. He had never seen markets so crowded, and for all the food the Tyrells were bringing in, prices remained shockingly high. Six coppers for a melon, a silver stag for a bushel of corn, a dragon for a side of beef or six skinny piglets. Yet there seemed no lack of buyers. Gaunt men and haggard women crowded around every wagon and stall, while others even more ragged looked on sullenly from the mouths of alleys. \u201cThis way,\u201d Bronn said, when they reached the foot of the Hook. \u201cIf you still mean to ... ?\r\n\r\n\u201d \u201cI do.\u201d The riverfront had made a convenient excuse, but Tyrion had another purpose today. It was not a task he relished, but it must be done. They turned away from Aegon\u2019s High Hill, into the maze of smaller streets that clustered around the foot of Visenya\u2019s. Bronn led the way. Once or twice Tyrion to see if they were being followed, but there was nothing to be seen except the usual rabble: a carter beating his horse, an old woman throwing nightsoil from her window, two little boys fighting with sticks, three gold cloaks escorting a captive... they all looked innocent, but any one of them could be his undoing. Varys had informers everywhere. They turned at a corner, and again at the next, and rode slowly through a crowd of women at a well. Bronn led him along a curving wynd, through an alley, under a broken archway. They cut through the rubble where a house had burned and walked their horses up a shallow flight of stone steps. The buildings were close and poor. Bronn halted at the mouth of a crooked alley, too narrow for two to ride abreast. \u201cThere\u2019s two jags and then a dead end. The sink is in the cellar of the last building polar<\/a>.\u201d","type":"rich"}