grrm.astormofswords-第67部分

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　〃Tyrion。〃
　He　gave　a　resigned　smile。　〃Do　I　hear　the　herald　summoning　me　to　the　lists？〃
　〃Your　whoring　is　a　weakness　in　you；〃　Lord　Tywin　said　without　preamble；　〃but　perhaps　some　share　of　the　blame　is　mine。　Since　you　stand　no　taller　than　a　boy；　I　have　found　it　easy　to　forget　that　you　are　in　truth　a　man　grown；　with　all　of　a　man's　baser　needs。　It　is　past　time　you　were　wed。〃
　I　was　wed；　or　have　you　forgotten？　Tyrion's　mouth　twisted；　and　the　noise　emerged　that　was　half　laugh　and　half　snarl。
　〃Does　the　prospect　of　marriage　amuse　you？〃
　〃Only　imagining　what　a　bugger…all　handsome　bridegroom　I'll　make。〃　A　wife　might　be　the　very　thing　he　needed。　If　she　brought　him　lands　and　a　keep；　it　would　give　him　a　place　in　the　world　apart　from　Joffrey's　court　。　。　。　and　away　from　Cersei　and　their　father。
　On　the　other　hand；　there　was　Shae。　She　will　not　like　this；　for　all　she　swears　that　she　is　content　to　be　my　whore。
　That　was　scarcely　a　point　to　sway　his　father；　however；　so　Tyrion　squirmed　higher　in　his　seat　and　said；　〃You　mean　to　wed　me　to　Sansa　Stark。　But　won't　the　Tyrells　take　the　match　as　an　affront；　if　they　have　designs　on　the　girl？〃
　〃Lord　Tyrell　will　not　broach　the　matter　of　the　Stark　girl　until　after　Joffrey's　wedding。　If　Sansa　is　wed　before　that；　how　can　he　take　offense；　when　he　gave　us　no　hint　of　his　intentions？〃
　〃Quite　so；〃　said　Ser　Kevan；　〃and　any　lingering　resentments　should　be　soothed　by　the　offer　of　Cersei　for　his　Willas。〃
　Tyrion　rubbed　at　the　raw　stub　of　his　nose。　The　scar　tissue　itched　abominably　sometimes。　〃His　Grace　the　royal　pustule　has　made　Sansa's　life　a　misery　since　the　day　her　father　died；　and　now　that　she　is　finally　rid　of　Joffrey　you　propose　to　marry　her　to　me。　That　seems　singularly　cruel。　Even　for　you；　Father。〃
　〃Why；　do　you　plan　to　mistreat　her？〃　His　father　sounded　more　curious　than　concerned。　〃The　girl's　happiness　is　not　my　purpose；　nor　should　it　be　yours。　Our　alliances　in　the　south　may　be　as　solid　as　Casterly　Rock；　but　there　remains　the　north　to　win；　and　the　key　to　the　north　is　Sansa　Stark。〃
　〃She　is　no　more　than　a　child。〃
　〃Your　sister　swears　she's　flowered。　If　so；　she　is　a　woman；　fit　to　be　wed。　You　must　needs　take　her　maidenhead；　so　no　man　can　say　the　marriage　was　not　consummated。　After　that；　if　you　prefer　to　wait　a　year　or　two　before　bedding　her　again；　you　would　be　within　your　rights　as　her　husband。〃
　Shae　is　all　the　woman　I　need　just　now；　he　thought；　and　Sansa's　a　girl；　no　matter　what　you　say。　〃If　your　purpose　here　is　to　keep　her　from　the　Tyrells；　why　not　return　her　to　her　mother？　Perhaps　that　would　convince　Robb　Stark　to　bend　the　knee。〃
　Lord　Tywin's　look　was　scornful。　〃Send　her　to　Riverrun　and　her　mother　will　match　her　with　a　Blackwood　or　a　Mallister　to　shore　up　her　son's　alliances　along　the　Trident。　Send　her　north；　and　she　will　be　wed　to　some　Manderly　or　Umber　before　the　moon　turns。　Yet　she　is　no　less　dangerous　here　at　court；　as　this　business　with　the　Tyrells　should　prove。　She　must　marry　a　Lannister；　and　soon。〃
　〃The　man　who　weds　Sansa　Stark　can　claim　Winterfell　in　her　name；〃　his　uncle　Kevan　put　in。　〃Had　that　not　occurred　to　you？〃
　〃If　you　will　not　have　the　girl；　we　shall　give　her　to　one　of　your　cousins；〃　said　his　father。　〃Kevan；　is　Lancel　strong　enough　to　wed；　do　you　think？〃
　Ser　Kevan　hesitated。　〃If　we　bring　the　girl　to　his　bedside；　he　could　say　the　words　。　。　。　but　to　consummate；　no　。　。　。　I　would　suggest　one　of　the　twins；　but　the　Starks　hold　them　both　at　Riverrun。　They　have　Genna's　boy　Tion　as　well；　else　he　might　serve。〃
　Tyrion　let　them　have　their　byplay；　it　was　all　for　his　benefit；　he　knew。　Sansa　Stark；　he　mused。　Soft…spoken　sweet…smelling　Sansa；　who　loved　silks；　songs；　chivalry　and　tall　gallant　knights　with　handsome　faces。　He　felt　as　though　he　was　back　on　the　bridge　of　boats；　the　deck　shifting　beneath　his　feet。
　〃You　asked　me　to　reward　you　for　your　efforts　in　the　battle；〃　Lord　Tywin　reminded　him　forcefully。　〃This　is　a　chance　for　you；　Tyrion；　the　best　you　are　ever　likely　to　have。〃　He　drummed　his　fingers　impatiently　on　the　table。　〃I　once　hoped　to　marry　your　brother　to　Lysa　Tully；　but　Aerys　named　Jaime　to　his　Kingsguard　before　the　arrangements　were　plete。　When　I　suggested　to　Lord　Hoster　that　Lysa　might　be　wed　to　you　instead；　he　replied　that　he　wanted　a　whole　man　for　his　daughter。〃
　So　he　wed　her　to　Jon　Arryn；　who　was　old　enough　to　be　her　grandfather。　Tyrion　was　more　inclined　to　be　thankful　than　angry；　considering　what　Lysa　Arryn　had　bee。
　〃When　I　offered　you　to　Dome　I　was　told　that　the　suggestion　was　an　insult；〃　Lord　Tywin　continued。　〃In　later　years　I　had　similar　answers　from　Yohn　Royce　and　Leyton　Hightower。　I　finally　stooped　so　low　as　to　suggest　you　might　take　the　Florent　girl　Robert　deflowered　in　his　brother's　wedding　bed；　but　her　father　preferred　to　give　her　to　one　of　his　own　household　knights。
　〃if　you　will　not　have　the　Stark　girl；　I　shall　find　you　another　wife。　Somewhere　in　the　realm　there　is　doubtless　some　little　lordling　who'd　gladly　part　with　a　daughter　to　win　the　friendship　of　Casterly　Rock。　Lady　Tanda　has　offered　Lollys　。　。　。〃
　Tyrion　gave　a　shudder　of　dismay。　〃I'd　sooner　cut　it　off　and　feed　it　to　the　goats。〃
　〃Then　open　your　eyes。　The　Stark　girl　is　young；　nubile；　tractable；　of　the　highest　birth；　and　still　a　maid。　She　is　not　unely。　Why　would　you　hesitate？〃
　Why　indeed？　〃A　quirk　of　mine。　Strange　to　say；　I　would　prefer　a　wife　who　wants　me　in　her　bed。〃
　〃If　you　think　your　whores　want　you　in　their　bed；　you　are　an　even　greater　fool　than　I　suspected；〃　said　Lord　Tywin。　〃You　disappoint　me；　Tyrion。　I　had　hoped　this　match　would　please　you。〃
　〃Yes；　we　all　know　how　important　my　pleasure　is　to　you；　Father。　But　there's　more　to　this。　The　key　to　the　north；　you　say？　The　Greyjoys　hold　the　north　now；　and　King　Balon　has　a　daughter。　Why　Sansa　Stark；　and　not　her？〃　He　looked　into　his　father's　cool　green　eyes　with　their　bright　flecks　of　gold。
　Lord　Tywin　steepled　his　fingers　beneath　his　chin。　〃Balon　Greyjoy　thinks　in　terms　of　plunder；　not　rule。　Let　him　enjoy　an　autumn　crown　and　suffer　a　northern　winter。　He　will　give　his　subjects　no　cause　to　love　him。　e　spring；　the　northmen　will　have　had　a　bellyful　of　krakens。　When　you　bring　Eddard　Stark's　grandson　home　to　claim　his　birthright；　lords　and　little　folk　alike　will　rise　as　one　to　place　him　on　the　high　seat　of　his　ancestors。　You　are　capable　of　getting　a　woman　with　child；　I　hope？〃
　〃I　believe　I　am；〃　he　said；　bristling。　〃I　confess；　I　cannot　prove　it。　Though　no　one　can　say　I　have　not　tried。　Why；　I　plant　my　little　seeds　just　as　often　as　I　can　。　。　。〃
　〃In　the　gutters　and　the　ditches；〃　finished　Lord　Tywin；　〃and　in　mon　ground　where　only　bastard　weeds　take　root。　It　is　past　time　you　kept　your　own　garden。〃　He　rose　to　his　feet。　〃You　shall　never　have　Casterly　Rock；　I　promise　you。　But　wed　Sansa　Stark；　and　it　is　just　possible　that　you　might　win　Winterfell。〃
　Tyrion　Lannister；　Lord　Protector　of　Winterfell。　The　prospect　gave　him　a　queer　chill。　〃Very　good；　Father；〃　he　said　slowly；　〃but　there's　a　big　ugly　roach　in　your　rushes。　Robb　Stark　is　as　capable　as　I　am；　presumably；　and　sworn　to　marry　one　of　those　fertile　Freys。　And　once　the　Young　Wolf　sires　a　litter；　any　pups　that　Sansa　births　are　heirs　to　nothing。〃
　Lord　Tywin　was　unconcerned。　〃Robb　Stark　will　father　no　children　on　his　fertile　Frey；　you　have　my　word。　There　is　a　bit　of　news　I　have　not　yet　seen　fit　to　share　with　the　council；　though　no　doubt　the　good　lords　will　hear　it　soon　enough。　The　Young　Wolf　has　taken　Gawen　Westerling's　eldest　daughter　to　wife。〃
　For　a　moment　Tyrion　could　not　believe　he'd　heard　his　father　right。　〃He　broke　his　sworn　word？〃　he　said；　incredulous。　〃He　threw　away　the　Freys　for　。　。　。　…Words　failed　him。
　〃A　maid　of　sixteen　years；　named　Jeyne；〃　said　Ser　Kevan。　〃Lord　Gawen　once　suggested　her　to　me　for　Willem　or　Martyn；　but　I　had　to　refuse　him。
　Gawen　is　a　good　man；　but　his　wife　is　Sybell　Spicer。　He　should　never　have　wed　her。　The　Westerlings　always　did　have　more　honor　than　sense。　Lady　Sybell's　grandfather　was　a　trader　in　saffron　and　pepper；　almost　as　lowborn　as　that　smuggler　Stannis　keeps。　And　the　grandmother　was　some　woman　he'd　brought　back　from　the　east。　A　frightening　old　crone；　supposed　to　be　a　priestess。　Maegi；　they　called　her。　No　one　could　pronounce　her　real　nam