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temple, a distant manse upon a hill. In the far distance, sunlight shimmered off deep water. Fishing boats were moving across the bay, their sails rippling in the wind, and he could see the masts of larger ships poking up along the shore.
Surely one is bound for Dorne, or for Eastwatch-by-the-Sea
. He had no means to pay for passage, though, nor was he made to pull an oar.
I suppose I could sign on as a cabin boy and earn my way by letting the crew bugger me up and down the narrow sea
.
    He wondered where he was.
Even the air smells different here
. Strange spices scented the chilly autumn wind, and he could hear faint cries drifting over the wall from the streets beyond. It sounded something like Valyrian, but he did not recognize more than one word in five.
Not Braavos
, he concluded,
nor Tyrosh
. Those bare branches and the chill in the air argued against Lys and Myr and Volantis as well.
    When he heard the door opening behind him, Tyrion turned to confront his fat host. “This is Pentos, yes?”
    “Just so. Where else?”
    Pentos
. Well, it was not King’s Landing, that much could be said for it. “Where do whores go?” he heard himself ask.
    “Whores are found in brothels here, as in Westeros. You will have no need of such, my little friend. Choose from amongst my servingwomen. None will dare refuse you.”
    “Slaves?” the dwarf asked pointedly.
    The fat man stroked one of the prongs of his oiled yellow beard, a gesture Tyrion found remarkably obscene. “Slavery is forbidden in Pentos, by the terms of the treaty the Braavosi imposed on us a hundred years ago. Still, they will not refuse you.” Illyrio gave a ponderous half bow. “But now my little friend must excuse me. I have the honor to be a magister of this great city, and the prince has summoned us to session.” He smiled, showing a mouth full of crooked yellow teeth. “Explore the manse and grounds as you like, but on no account stray beyond the walls. It is best that no man knows that you were here.”
    “
Were?
Have I gone somewhere?”
    “Time enough to speak of that this evening. My little friend and I shall eat and drink and make great plans, yes?”
    “Yes, my fat friend,” Tyrion replied.
He thinks to use me for his profit
. It was all profit with the merchant princes of the Free Cities. “Spice soldiers and cheese lords,” his lord father called them, with contempt. Should a day ever dawn when Illyrio Mopatis saw more profit in a dead dwarf than a live one, Tyrion would find himself packed into another wine cask by dusk.
It would be well if I was gone before that day arrives
. That it would arrive he did not doubt; Cersei was not like to forget him, and even Jaime might be vexed to find a quarrel in Father’s belly.
    A light wind was riffling the waters of the pool below, all around the naked swordsman. It reminded him of how Tysha would riffle his hair during the false spring of their marriage, before he helped his father’s guardsmen rape her. He had been thinking of those guardsmen during his flight, trying to recall how many there had been. You would think he might remember that, but no. A dozen? A score? A hundred? He could not say. They had all been grown men, tall and strong … though all men were tall to a dwarf of thirteen years.
Tysha knew their number
. Each of them had given her a silver stag, so she would only need to count the coins.
A silver for each and a gold for me
. His father had insisted that he pay her too.
A Lannister always pays his debts
.
    “Wherever whores go,” he heard Lord Tywin say once more, and once more the bowstring
thrum
med.
    The magister had invited him to explore the manse. He found clean clothes in a cedar chest inlaid with lapis and mother-of-pearl. The clothes had been made for a small boy, he realized as he struggled into them. The fabrics were rich enough, if a little musty, but the cut was too long in the legs and too short in the arms, with a collar that would have turned his face as