grrm.astormofswords-第37节

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　Seven　hells；　thought　Tyrion。　〃Are　you　suggesting　that　Cersei's　fucking　Osmund　Kettleblack？〃
　〃Oh；　dear　me；　no；　that　would　be　dreadfully　dangerous；　don't　you　think？　No；　the　queen　only　hints　。　。　。　perhaps　on　the　morrow；　or　when　the　wedding's　done　。　。　。　and　then　a　smile；　a　whisper；　a　ribald　jest　。　。　。　a　breast　brushing　lightly　against　his　sleeve　as　they　pass　。　。　。　and　yet　it　seems　to　serve。　But　what　would　a　eunuch　know　of　such　things？〃　The　tip　of　his　tongue　ran　across　his　lower　lip　like　a　shy　pink　animal。
　If　I　could　somehow　push　them　beyond　sly　fondling；　arrange　for　Father　to　catch　them　abed　together　。　。　。　Tyrion　fingered　the　scab　on　his　nose。　He　did　not　see　how　it　could　be　done；　but　perhaps　some　plan　would　e　to　him　later。　〃Are　the　Kettleblacks　the　only　ones？〃
　〃Would　that　were　true；　my　lord。　I　fear　there　are　many　eyes　upon　you。　You　are　。　。　。　how　shall　we　say？　Conspicuous？　And　not　well　loved；　it　grieves　me　to　tell　you。　Janos　Slynt's　sons　would　gladly　inform　on　you　to　avenge　their　father；　and　our　sweet　Lord　Petyr　has　friends　in　half　the　brothels　of　King's　Landing。　Should　you　be　so　unwise　as　to　visit　any　of　them；　he　will　know　at　once；　and　your　lord　father　soon　thereafter。〃
　It's　even　worse　than　I　feared。　〃And　my　father？　Who　does　he　have　spying　on　me？〃
　This　time　the　eunuch　laughed　aloud。　〃Why；　me；　my　lord。〃
　Tyrion　laughed　as　well。　He　was　not　so　great　a　fool　as　to　trust　Varys　any　further　than　he　had　to…but　the　eunuch　already　knew　enough　about　Shae　to　get　her　well　and　thoroughly　hanged。　〃You　will　bring　Shae　to　me　through　the　walls；　hidden　from　all　these　eyes。　As　you　have　done　before。〃
　Varys　wrung　his　hands。　〃Oh；　my　lord；　nothing　would　please　me　more；　but　。　。　。　King　Maegor　wanted　no　rats　in　his　own　walls；　if　you　take　my　meaning。　He　did　require　a　means　of　secret　egress；　should　he　ever　be　trapped　by　his　enemies；　but　that　door　does　not　connect　with　any　other　passages。　I　can　steal　your　Shae　away　from　Lady　Lollys　for　a　time；　to　be　sure；　but　I　have　no　way　to　bring　her　to　your　bedchamber　without　us　being　seen。〃
　〃Then　bring　her　somewhere　else。〃
　〃But　where？　There　is　no　safe　place。〃
　〃There　is。〃　Tyrion　grinned。　〃Here。　It's　time　to　put　that　rock…hard　bed　of　yours　to　better　use；　I　think。〃
　The　eunuch's　mouth　opened。　Then　he　giggled。　〃Lollys　tires　easily　these　days。　She　is　great　with　child。　I　imagine　she　will　be　safely　asleep　by　moonrise。〃
　Tyrion　hopped　down　from　the　chair。　〃Moonrise；　then。　See　that　you　lay　in　some　wine。　And　two　clean　cups。〃
　Varys　bowed。　〃it　shall　be　as　my　lord　mands。〃
　The　rest　of　the　day　seemed　to　creep　by　as　slow　as　a　worm　in　molasses。　Tyrion　climbed　to　the　castle　library　and　tried　to　distract　himself　with　Beldecar's　History　of　the　Rhoynish　Wars；　but　he　could　hardly　see　the　elephants　for　imagining　Shae's　smile。　e　the　afternoon；　he　put　the　book　aside　and　called　for　a　bath。　He　scrubbed　himself　until　the　water　grew　cool；　and　then　had　Pod　even　out　his　whiskers。　His　beard　was　a　trial　to　him；　a　tangle　of　yellow；　white；　and　black　hairs；　patchy　and　coarse；　it　was　seldom　less　than　unsightly；　but　it　did　serve　to　conceal　some　of　his　face；　and　that　was　all　to　the　good。
　When　he　was　as　clean　and　pink　and　trimmed　as　he　was　like　to　get；　Tyrion　looked　over　his　wardrobe；　and　chose　a　pair　of　tight　satin　breeches　in　Lannister　crimson　and　his　best　doublet；　the　heavy　black　velvet　with　the　lion's　head　studs。　He　would　have　donned　his　chain　of　golden　hands　as　well；　if　his　father　hadn't　stolen　it　while　he　lay　dying。　It　was　not　until　he　was　dressed　that　he　realized　the　depths　of　his　folly。　Seven　hells；　dwarf；　did　you　lose　all　your　sense　along　with　your　nose？　Anyone　who　sees　you　is　going　to　wonder　why　you've　put　on　your　court　clothes　to　visit　the　eunuch。　Cursing；　Tyrion　stripped　and　dressed　again；　in　simpler　garb；　black　woolen　breeches；　an　old　white　tunic；　and　a　faded　brown　leather　jerkin。　It　doesn't　matter；　he　told　himself　as　he　waited　for　moonrise。　Whatever　you　wear；　you're　still　a　dwarf。　You'll　never　be　as　tall　as　that　knight　on　the　steps；　him　with　his　long　straight　legs　and　hard　stomach　and　wide　manly　shoulders。
　The　moon　was　peeping　over　the　castle　wall　when　he　told　Podrick　Payne　that　he　was　going　to　pay　a　call　on　Varys。　〃Will　you　be　long；　my　lord？〃　the　boy　asked。
　〃Oh；　I　hope　so。〃
　With　the　Red　Keep　so　crowded；　Tyrion　could　not　hope　to　go　unnoticed。　Ser　Balon　Swann　stood　guard　on　the　door；　and　Ser　Loras　Tyrell　on　the　drawbridge。　He　stopped　to　exchange　pleasantries　with　both　of　them。　It　was　strange　to　see　the　Knight　of　Flowers　all　in　white　when　before　he　had　always　been　as　colorful　as　a　rainbow。　〃How　old　are　you；　Ser　Loras？〃　Tyrion　asked　him。
　〃Seventeen；　my　lord。〃
　Seventeen；　and　beautiful；　and　already　a　legend。　Half　the　girls　in　the　Seven　Kingdoms　want　to　bed　him；　and　all　the　boys　want　to　be　him。　〃If　you　will　pardon　my　asking；　ser…why　would　anyone　choose　to　join　the　Kingsguard　at　seventeen？〃
　〃Prince　Aemon　the　Dragonknight　took　his　vows　at　seventeen；〃　Ser　Loras　said；　〃and　your　brother　Jaime　was　younger　still。〃
　〃I　know　their　reasons。　What　are　yours？　The　honor　of　serving　beside　such　paragons　as　Meryn　Trant　and　Boros　Blount？〃　He　gave　the　boy　a　mocking　grin。　〃To　guard　the　king's　life；　you　surrender　your　own。　You　give　up　your　lands　and　titles；　give　up　hope　of　marriage；　children　。　。　。〃
　〃House　Tyrell　continues　through　my　brothers；〃　Ser　Loras　said。　〃It　is　not　necessary　for　a　third　son　to　wed；　or　breed。〃
　〃Not　necessary；　but　some　find　it　pleasant。　What　of　love？〃
　〃When　the　sun　has　set；　no　candle　can　replace　it。〃
　〃Is　that　from　a　song？〃　Tyrion　cocked　his　head；　smiling。　〃Yes；　you　are　seventeen；　I　see　that　now。〃
　Ser　Loras　tensed。　〃Do　you　mock　me？〃
　A　prickly　lad。　〃No。　If　I've　given　offense；　forgive　me。　I　had　my　own　love　once；　and　we　had　a　song　as　well。〃　I　loved　a　maid　as　fair　as　summer；　with　sunlight　in　her　hair。　He　bid　Ser　Loras　a　good　evening　and　went　on　his　way。
　Near　the　kennels　a　group　of　men…at…arms　were　fighting　a　pair　of　dogs。　Tyrion　stopped　long　enough　to　see　the　smaller　dog　tear　half　the　face　off　the　larger　one；　and　earned　a　few　coarse　laughs　by　observing　that　the　loser　now　resembled　Sandor　Clegane。　Then；　hoping　he　had　disarmed　their　suspicions；　he　proceeded　to　the　north　wall　and　down　the　short　flight　of　steps　to　the　eunuch's　meager　abode。　The　door　opened　as　he　was　lifting　his　hand　to　knock。
　〃Varys？〃　Tyrion　slipped　inside。　〃Are　you　there？〃　A　single　candle　lit　the　gloom；　spicing　the　air　with　the　scent　of　jasmine。
　〃My　lord。〃　A　woman　sidled　into　the　light；　plump；　soft；　matronly；　with　a　round　pink　moon　of　a　face　and　heavy　dark　curls。　Tyrion　recoiled。　〃Is　something　amiss？〃　she　asked。
　Varys；　he　realized　with　annoyance。　〃For　one　horrid　moment　I　thought　you'd　brought　me　Lollys　instead　of　Shae。　Where　is　she？〃
　〃Here；　m'lord。〃　She　put　her　hands　over　his　eyes　from　behind。　〃Can　you　guess　what　I'm　wearing？〃
　〃Nothing？〃
　〃Oh；　you're　so　smart；〃　she　pouted；　snatching　her　hands　away。　〃How　did　you　know？〃
　〃You're　very　beautiful　in　nothing。〃
　〃Am　I？〃　she　said。　〃Am　I　truly？〃
　〃Oh　yes。〃
　〃Then　shouldn't　you　be　fucking　me　instead　of　talking？〃
　〃We　need　to　rid　ourselves　of　Lady　Varys　first。　I　am　not　the　sort　of　dwarf　who　likes　an　audience。〃
　〃He's　gone；〃　Shae　said。
　Tyrion　turned　to　look。　It　was　true。　The　eunuch　had　vanished；　skirts　and　all。　The　hidden　doors　are　here　somewhere；　they　have　to　be。　That　was　as　much　as　he　had　time　to　think；　before　Shae　turned　his　head　to　kiss　him。　Her　mouth　was　wet　and　hungry；　and　she　did　not　even　seem　to　see　his　scar；　or　the　raw　scab　where　his　nose　had　been。　Her　skin　was　warm　silk　beneath　his　fingers。　When　his　thumb　brushed　against　her　left　nipple；　it　hardened　at　once。　〃Hurry；〃　she　urged；　between　kisses；　as　his　fingers　went　to　his　laces；　〃oh；　hurry；　hurry；　I　want　you　in　me；　in　me；　in　me。〃　He　did　not　even　have　time　to　undress　properly。　Shae　pulled　his　cock　out　of　his　breeches；　then　pushed　him　down　onto　the　floor　and　climbed　atop　him。　She　screamed　as　he　pushed　past　her　lips；　and　rode　him　wildly；　moaning；　〃My　giant；　my　giant；　my　giant；〃　every　time　she　slammed　down　on　him。　Tyrion　was　so　eager　that　he　exploded　on　the　fifth　stroke；　but　Shae　did　not　seem　to　mind。　She　smiled　wickedly　when　she　felt　him　spurting；　and　leaned　forward　to　kiss　the　sweat　from　his　brow。　〃My　giant　of　Lannister；〃　she　murmured。　〃Stay　inside　me；　please。　I　like　to　feel　you　there。〃
　So　Tyrion　did　not　move；　except　to　put　his　arms　around　her。　It　feels　so　good　to　hold　her；　and　to　be　held；　he　thought。　How　can　something　this　sweet　be　a　crime　worth　hanging　her　for？　〃Shae；〃　he　said；　〃sweetling；　this　must　be　our　last　time　together。　The　danger　is　too　great。　If　my　lord　father　should　find　you　。　。　。〃
　〃I　like　your　scar。〃　She　traced　it　with　her　finger。　〃It　makes　you　look　very　fierce　and　strong。〃
　He　laughed。　〃Very　ugly；　you　mean。〃
　〃M'lord　will　never　be　ugly　in　my　eyes。〃　She　kissed　the　scab　that　covered　the　ragged　stub　of　his　nose。
　〃It's　not　my　face　that　need　concern　you；　it's　my　father　…
　〃He　does　not　frighten　me。　Will　m'lord　give　me　back　my　jewels　and　silks　now？　I　asked　Varys　if　I　could　have　them　when　you　were　hurt　in　the　battle；　but　he　wouldn't　give　them　to　me。　What　would　have　bee　of　them　if　you'd　died？〃
　〃I　didn't　die。　Here　I　am。〃
　〃I　know。〃　Shae　wriggled　atop　him；　smiling。　〃Just　where　y