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d　never　seen　her　look　more　lovely；　yet　she　wore　sorrow　on　those　long　satin　sleeves。　〃Lady　Sansa；〃　he　told　her；　〃you　shall　be　the　most　beautiful　woman　in　the　hall　tonight。〃
　〃My　lord　is　too　kind。〃
　〃My　lady；〃　said　Shae　wistfully。　〃Couldn't　I　e　serve　at　table？　I　so　want　to　see　the　pigeons　fly　out　of　the　pie。〃
　Sansa　looked　at　her　uncertainly。　〃The　queen　has　chosen　all　the　servers。〃
　〃And　the　hall　will　be　too　crowded。〃　Tyrion　had　to　bite　back　his　annoyance。　〃There　will　be　musicians　strolling　all　through　the　castle；　though；　and　tables　in　the　outer　ward　with　food　and　drink　for　all。〃　He　inspected　his　new　doublet；　crimson　velvet　with　padded　shoulders　and　puffed　sleeves　slashed　to　show　the　black　satin　underlining。　A　handsome　garment。　All　it　wants　is　a　handsome　man　to　wear　it。　〃e；　Pod；　help　me　into　this。〃
　He　had　another　cup　of　wine　as　he　dressed；　then　took　his　wife　by　the　arm　and　escorted　her　from　the　Kitchen　Keep　to　join　the　river　of　silk；　satin；　and　velvet　flowing　toward　the　throne　room。　Some　guests　had　gone　inside　to　find　their　places　on　the　benches。　Others　were　milling　in　front　of　the　doors；　enjoying　the　unseasonable　warmth　of　the　afternoon。　Tyrion　led　Sansa　around　the　yard；　to　perform　the　necessary　courtesies。
　She　is　good　at　this；　he　thought；　as　he　watched　her　tell　Lord　Gyles　that　his　cough　was　sounding　better；　pliment　Elinor　Tyrell　on　her　gown；　and　question　Jalabhar　Xho　about　wedding　customs　in　the　Summer　Isles。　His　cousin　Ser　Lancel　had　been　brought　down　by　Ser　Kevan；　the　first　time　he'd　left　his　sickbed　since　the　battle。　He　looks　ghastly。　Lancel's　hair　had　turned　white　and　brittle；　and　he　was　thin　as　a　stick。　Without　his　father　beside　him　holding　him　up；　he　would　surely　have　collapsed。　Yet　when　Sansa　praised　his　valor　and　said　how　good　it　was　to　see　him　getting　strong　again；　both　Lancel　and　Ser　Kevan　beamed。　She　would　have　made　Joffrey　a　good　queen　and　a　better　wife　if　he'd　had　the　sense　to　love　her。　He　wondered　if　his　nephew　was　capable　of　loving　anyone。
　〃You　do　look　quite　exquisite；　child；〃　Lady　Olenna　Tyrell　told　Sansa　when　she　tottered　up　to　them　in　a　cloth…of…gold　gown　that　must　have　weighed　more　than　she　did。　〃The　wind　has　been　at　your　hair；　though。〃　The　little　old　woman　reached　up　and　fussed　at　the　loose　strands；　tucking　them　back　into　place　and　straightening　Sansa's　hair　net。　〃I　was　very　sorry　to　hear　about　your　losses；〃　she　said　as　she　tugged　and　fiddled。　〃Your　brother　was　a　terrible　traitor；　I　know；　but　if　we　start　killing　men　at　weddings　they'll　be　even　more　frightened　of　marriage　than　they　are　presently。　There；　that's　better。〃　Lady　Olenna　smiled。　〃I　am　pleased　to　say　I　shall　be　leaving　for　Highgarden　the　day　after　next。　I　have　had　quite　enough　of　this　smelly　city；　thank　you。　Perhaps　you　would　like　to　acpany　me　for　a　little　visit；　whilst　the　men　are　off　having　their　war？　I　shall　miss　my　Margaery　so　dreadfully；　and　all　her　lovely　ladies。　Your　pany　would　be　such　sweet　solace。〃
　〃You　are　too　kind；　my　lady；〃　said　Sansa；　〃but　my　place　is　with　my　lord　husband。〃
　Lady　Olenna　gave　Tyrion　a　wrinkled；　toothless　smile。　〃Oh？　Forgive　a　silly　old　woman；　my　lord；　I　did　not　mean　to　steal　your　lovely　wife。　I　assumed　you　would　be　off　leading　a　Lannister　host　against　some　wicked　foe。〃
　〃A　host　of　dragons　and　stags。　The　master　of　coin　must　remain　at　court　to　see　that　all　the　armies　are　paid　for。〃
　〃To　be　sure。　Dragons　and　stags；　that's　very　clever。　And　dwarf's　pennies　as　well。　I　have　heard　of　these　dwarf's　pennies。　No　doubt　collecting　those　is　such　a　dreadful　chore。〃
　〃I　leave　the　collecting　to　others；　my　lady。〃
　〃Oh；　do　you？　I　would　have　thought　you　might　want　to　tend　to　it　yourself。　We　can't　have　the　crown　being　cheated　of　its　dwarf's　pennies；　now。　Can　we？〃
　〃Gods　forbid。〃　Tyrion　was　beginning　to　wonder　whether　Lord　Luthor　Tyrell　had　ridden　off　that　cliff　intentionally。　〃If　you　will　excuse　us；　Lady　Olenna；　it　is　time　we　were　in　our　places。〃
　〃Myself　as　well。　Seventy…seven　courses；　I　daresay。　Don't　you　find　that　a　bit　excessive；　my　lord？　I　shan't　eat　more　than　three　or　four　bites　myself；　but　you　and　I　are　very　little；　aren't　we？〃　She　patted　Sansa's　hair　again　and　said；　〃Well；　off　with　you；　child；　and　try　to　be　merrier。　Now　where　have　my　guardsmen　gone？　Left；　Right；　where　are　you？　e　help　me　to　the　dais。〃
　Although　evenfall　was　still　an　hour　away；　the　throne　room　was　already　a　blaze　of　light；　with　torches　burning　in　every　sconce。　The　guests　stood　along　the　tables　as　heralds　called　out　the　names　and　titles　of　the　lords　and　ladies　making　their　entrance。　Pages　in　the　royal　livery　escorted　them　down　the　broad　central　aisle。　The　gallery　above　was　packed　with　musicians；　drummers　and　pipers　and　fiddlers；　strings　and　horns　and　skins。
　Tyrion　clutched　Sansa's　arm　and　made　the　walk　with　a　heavy　waddling　stride。　He　could　feel　their　eyes　on　him；　picking　at　the　fresh　new　sear　that　had　left　him　even　uglier　than　he　had　been　before。　Let　them　look；　he　thought　as　he　hopped　up　onto　his　seat。　Let　them　stare　and　whisper　until　they've　had　their　fill；　I　will　not　hide　myself　for　their　sake。　The　Queen　of　Thorns　followed　them　in；　shuffling　along　with　tiny　little　steps。　Tyrion　wondered　which　of　them　looked　more　absurd；　him　with　Sansa　or　the　wizened　little　woman　between　her　seven…foot…tall　twin　guardsmen。
　Joffrey　and　Margaery　rode　into　the　throne　room　on　matched　white　chargers。　Pages　ran　before　them；　scattering　rose　petals　under　their　hooves。　The　king　and　queen　had　changed　for　the　feast　as　well。　Joffrey　wore　striped　black…and…crimson　breeches　and　a　cloth…of…gold　doublet　with　black　satin　sleeves　and　onyx　studs。　Margaery　had　exchanged　the　demure　gown　that　she　had　worn　in　the　sept　for　one　much　more　revealing；　a　confection　in　pale　green　samite　with　a　tight…laced　bodice　that　bared　her　shoulders　and　the　tops　of　her　small　breasts。　Unbound；　her　soft　brown　hair　tumbled　over　her　white　shoulders　and　down　her　back　almost　to　her　waist。　Around　her　brows　was　a　slim　golden　crown。　Her　smile　was　shy　and　sweet。　A　lovely　girl；　thought　Tyrion；　and　a　kinder　fate　than　my　nephew　deserves。
　The　Kingsguard。　escorted　them　onto　the　dais；　to　the　seats　of　honor　beneath　the　shadow　of　the　Iron　Throne；　draped　for　the　occasion　in　long　silk　streamers　of　Baratheon　gold；　Lannister　crimson；　and　Tyrell　green。　Cersei　embraced　Margaery　and　kissed　her　cheeks。　Lord　Tywin　did　the　same；　and　then　Lancel　and　Ser　Kevan。　Joffrey　received　loving　kisses　from　the　bride's　father　and　his　two　new　brothers；　Loras　and　Garlan。　No　one　seemed　in　any　great　rush　to　kiss　Tyrion。　When　the　king　and　queen　had　taken　their　seats；　the　High　Septon　rose　to　lead　a　prayer。　At　least　he　does　not　drone　as　badly　as　the　last　one；　Tyrion　consoled　himself。
　He　and　Sansa　had　been　seated　far　to　the　king's　right；　beside　Ser　Garlan　Tyrell　and　his　wife；　the　Lady　Leonette。　A　dozen　others　sat　closer　to　Joffrey；　which　a　pricklier　man　might　have　taken　for　a　slight；　given　that　he　had　been　the　King's　Hand　only　a　short　time　past。　Tyrion　would　have　been　glad　if　there　had　been　a　hundred。
　〃Let　the　cups　be　filled！〃　Joffrey　proclaimed；　when　the　gods　had　been　given　their　due。　His　cupbearer　poured　a　whole　flagon　of　dark　Arbor　red　into　the　golden　wedding　chalice　that　Lord　Tyrell　had　given　him　that　morning。　The　king　had　to　use　both　hands　to　lift　it。　〃To　my　wife　the　queen！〃
　〃Margaery！〃　the　hall　shouted　back　at　him。　〃Margaery！　Margaery！　To　the　queen！〃　A　thousand　cups　rang　together；　and　the　wedding　feast　was　well　and　truly　begun。　Tyrion　Lannister　drank　with　the　rest；　emptying　his　cup　on　that　first　toast　and　signaling　for　it　to　be　refilled　as　soon　as　he　was　seated　again。
　The　first　dish　was　a　creamy　soup　of　mushrooms　and　buttered　snails；　served　in　gilded　bowls。　Tyrion　had　scarcely　touched　the　breakfast；　and　the　wine　had　already　gone　to　his　head；　so　the　food　was　wele。　He　finished　quickly。　One　done；　seventy…six　to　e。　Seventy…seven　dishes；　while　there　are　still　starving　children　in　this　city；　and　men　who　would　kill　for　a　radish。　They　might　not　love　the　Tyrells　half　so　well　if　they　could　see　us　now　。　。　。
　Sansa　tasted　a　spoonful　of　soup　and　pushed　the　bowl　away。　〃Not　to　your　liking；　my　lady？〃　Tyrion　asked。
　〃There's　to　be　so　much；　my　lord。　I　have　a　little　tummy。〃　She　fiddled　nervously　with　her　hair　and　looked　down　the　table　to　where　Joffrey　sat　with　his　Tyrell　queen。
　Does　she　wish　it　were　her　in　Margaery's　place？　Tyrion　frowned。　Even　a　child　should　have　better　sense。　He　turned　away；　wanting　distraction；　but　everywhere　he　looked　were　women；　fair　fine　beautiful　happy　women　who　belonged　to　other　men。　Margaery；　of　course；　smiling　sweetly　as　she　and　Joffrey　shared　a　drink　from　the　great　seven…sided　wedding　chalice。　Her　mother　Lady　Alerie；　silver…haired　and　handsome；　still　proud　beside　Mace　Tyrell。　The　queen's　three　young　cousins；　bright　as　birds。　Lord　Merryweather's　dark…haired　Myrish　wife　with　her　big　black　sultry　eyes。　Ellaria　Sand　among　the　Dornishmen　（Cersei　had　placed　them　at　their　own　table；　just　below　the　dais　in　a　place　of　high　honor　but　as　far　from　the　Tyrells　as　the　width　of　the　hall　would　allow）；　laughing　at　something　the　Red　Viper　had　told　her。
　And　there　was　one　woman；　sitting　almost　at　the　foot　of　the　third　table　on　the　left　。　。　。　the　wife　of　one　of　the　Fossoways；　he　thought；　and　heavy　with　his　child。　Her　delicate