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and keep your bitter truths。 He drank his wine and thought of Shae。 Later； when Ser Kevan paid his nightly visit； Tyrion asked for Varys。
〃You believe the eunuch will speak in your defense？〃
〃I won't know until I have talked with him。 Send him here； Uncle； if you would be so good。〃
〃As you wish。〃
Maesters Ballabar and Frenken opened the second day of trial。 They had opened King Joffrey's noble corpse as well； they swore； and found no morsel of pigeon pie nor any other food lodged in the royal throat。 〃It was poison that killed him； my lords；〃 said Ballabar； as Frenken nodded gravely。
Then they brought forth Grand Maester Pycelle； leaning heavily on a twisted cane and shaking as he walked； a few white hairs sprouting from his long chicken's neck。 He had grown too frail to stand； so the judges permitted a chair to be brought in for him； and a table as well。 On the table were laid a number of small jars。 Pycelle was pleased to put a name to each。
〃Greycap；〃 he said in a quavery voice； 〃from the toadstool。 Nightshade； sweetsleep； demon's dance。 This is blindeye。 Widow's blood； this one is called； for the color。 A cruel potion。 It shuts down a man's bladder and bowels； until he drowns in his own poisons。 This wolfsbane； here basilisk venom； and this one the tears of Lys。 Yes。 I know them all。 The Imp Tyrion Lannister stole them from my chambers； when he had me falsely imprisoned。〃
〃Pycelle；〃 Tyrion called out； risking his father's wrath； 〃could any of these poisons choke off a man's breath？〃
〃No。 For that； you must turn to a rarer poison。 When I was a boy at the Citadel； my teachers named it simply the strangler。〃
〃But this rare poison was not found； was it？〃
〃No； my lord。〃 Pycelle blinked at him。 〃You used it all to kill the noblest child the gods ever put on this good earth。〃
Tyrion's anger overwhelmed his sense。 〃Joffrey was cruel and stupid； but I did not kill him。 Have my head off if you like； I had no hand in my nephew's death。〃
〃Silence！〃 Lord Tywin said。 〃I have told you thrice。 The next time； you shall be gagged and chained。〃
After Pycelle came the procession； endless and wearisome。 Lords and ladies and noble knights； highborn and humble alike； they had all been present at the wedding feast； had all seen Joffrey choke； his face turning as black as a Dornish plum。 Lord Redwyne； Lord Celtigar； and Ser Flement Brax had heard Tyrion threaten the king； two serving men； a juggler； Lord Gyles； Ser Hobber Redwyne； and Ser Philip Foote had observed him fill the wedding chalice； Lady Merryweather swore that she had seen the dwarf drop something into the king's wine while Joff and Margaery were cutting the pie； old Estermont； young Peckledon； the singer Galyeon of Cuy； and the squires Morros and Jothos Slynt told how Tyrion had picked up the chalice as Joff was dying and poured out the last of the poisoned wine onto the floor。
When did I make so many enemies？ Lady Merryweather was all but a stranger。 Tyrion wondered if she was blind or bought。 At least Galyeon of Cuy had not set his account to music； or else there might have been seventy…seven bloody verses to it。
When his uncle called that night after supper； his manner was cold and distant。 He thinks I did it too。 〃Do you have witnesses for us？〃 Ser Kevan asked him。
〃Not as such； no。 Unless you've found my wife。〃
His uncle shook his head。 〃It would seem the trial is going very badly for you。〃
〃Oh； do you think so？ I hadn't noticed。〃 Tyrion fingered his scar。 〃Varys has not e。〃
〃Nor will he。 On the morrow he testifies against you。〃
Lovely。 〃I see。〃 He shifted in his seat。 〃I am curious。 You were always a fair man； Uncle。 What convinced you？〃
〃Why steal Pycelle's poisons； if not to use them？〃 Ser Kevan said bluntly。 〃And Lady Merryweather saw…〃
〃…nothing！ There was nothing to see。 But how do I prove that？ How do I prove anything； penned up here？〃
〃Perhaps the time has e for you to confess。〃
Even through the thick stone walls of the Red Keep； Tyrion could hear the steady wash of rain。 〃Say that again； Uncle？ I could swear you urged me to confess。〃
〃If you were to admit your guilt before the throne and repent of your crime； your father would withhold the sword。 You would be permitted to take the black。〃
Tyrion laughed in his face。 〃Those were the same terms Cersei offered Eddard Stark。 We all know how that ended。〃
〃Your father had no part in that。〃
That much was true； at least。 〃Castle Black teems with murderers； thieves and rapists；〃 Tyrion said； 〃but I don't recall meeting many regicides while I was there。 You expect me to believe that if I admit to being a kinslayer and kingslayer； my father will simply nod； forgive me； and pack me off to the Wall with some warm woolen smallclothes。〃 He hooted rudely。
〃Naught was said of forgiveness；〃 Ser Kevan said sternly。 〃A confession would put this matter to rest。 It is for that reason your father sends me with this offer。〃
〃Thank him kindly for me； Uncle；〃 said Tyrion； 〃but tell him I am not presently in a confessing mood。〃
〃Were I you； I'd change my mood。 Your sister wants your head； and Lord Tyrell at least is inclined to give it to her。〃
〃So one of my judges has already condemned me； without hearing a word in my defense？〃 It was no more than he expected。 〃Will I still be allowed to speak and present witnesses？〃
〃You have no witnesses；〃 his uncle reminded him。 〃Tyrion； if you are guilty of this enormity； the Wall is a kinder fate than you deserve。 And if you are blameless 。 。 。 there is fighting in the north； I know； but even so it will be a safer place for you than King's Landing； whatever the oute of this trial。 The mob is convinced of your guilt。 Were you so foolish as to venture out into the streets； they would tear you limb from limb。〃
〃I can see how much that prospect upsets you。〃
〃You are my brother's son。〃
〃You might remind him of that。〃
〃Do you think he would allow you to take the black if you were not his own blood； and Joanna's？ Tywin seems a hard man to you； I know； but he is no harder than he's had to be。 Our own father was gentle and amiable； but so weak his bannermen mocked him in their cups。 Some saw fit to defy him openly。 Other lords borrowed our gold and never troubled to repay it。 At court they japed of toothless lions。 Even his mistress stole from him。 A woman scarcely one step above a whore； and she helped herself to my mother's jewels！ It fell to Tywin to restore House Lannister to its proper place。 just as it fell to him to rule this realm； when he was no more than twenty。 He bore that heavy burden for twenty years； and all it earned him was a mad king's envy。 Instead of the honor he deserved； he was made to suffer slights beyond count； yet he gave the Seven Kingdoms peace； plenty； and justice。 He is a just man。 You would be wise to trust him。〃
Tyrion blinked in astonishment。 Ser Kevan had always been solid； stolid； pragmatic； he had never heard him speak with such fervor before。 〃You love him。〃
〃He is my brother。〃
〃I 。 。 。 I will think on what you've said。〃
〃Think carefully； then。 And quickly。〃
He thought of little else that night； but e morning was no closer to deciding if his father could be trusted。 A servant brought him porridge and honey to break his fast； but all he could taste was bile at the thought of confession。 They will call me kinslayer till the end of my days。 For a thousand years or more； if I am remembered at all； it will be as the monstrous dwarf who poisoned his young nephew at his wedding feast。 The thought made him so bloody angry that he flung the bowl and spoon across the room and left a smear of porridge on the wall。 Ser Addam Marbrand looked at it curiously when he came to escort Tyrion to trial； but had the good grace not to inquire。
〃Lord Varys；〃 the herald said； 〃master of whisperers。〃
Powdered； primped； and smelling of rosewater； the Spider rubbed his hands one over the other all the time he spoke。 Washing my life away； Tyrion thought； as he listened to the eunuch's mournful account of how the Imp had schemed to part Joffrey from the Hound's protection and spoken with Bronn of the benefits of having Tornmen as king。 Half…truths are worth more than outright lies。 And unlike the others； Varys had documents； parchments painstakingly filled with notes； details； dates； whole conversations。 So much material that its recitation took all day； and so much of it damning。 Varys confirmed Tyrion's midnight visit to Grand Maester Pycelle's chambers and the theft of his poisons and potions； confirmed the threat he'd made to Cersei the night of their supper； confirmed every bloody thing but the poisoning itself。 When Prince Oberyn asked him how he could possibly know all this； not having been present at any of these events； the eunuch only giggled and said； 〃My little birds told me。 Knowing is their purpose； and mine。〃
How do I question a little bird？ thought Tyrion。 I should have had the eunuch's head off my first day in King's Landing。 Damn him。 And damn me for whatever trust I put in him。
〃Have we heard it all？〃 Lord Tywin asked his daughter as Varys left the hall。
〃Almost；〃 said Cersei。 〃I beg your leave to bring one final witness before you； on the morrow。〃
〃As you wis