Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 286: A Little Thing in the Snow
"Are you really going to Winterfell?"

Maester Hamun of Eastwatch looked at Tyrion.

The first list of rest days sent from Castle Black to the castles has come down. Tyrion saved half of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea's "fleet" during the first battle, and later served as a commander in many defense battles of the southern barracks. After Janos Slynt was hanged and burned for being a deserter, he became the first person in charge of the night watch in the southern barracks of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, fully responsible for connecting with the Braavos mercenaries who assisted in the defense, coordinating the management of the wildlings in the barracks, and developing those sailors who could no longer return home to receive training to help defend the city - this move allowed the garrison of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea to always maintain sufficient manpower during the long night and manage the barracks in an orderly manner.

So no one would be surprised to see Tyrion on the first list of the Night's Watch.

"Why not?" Tyrion was wearing layer after layer of woolen clothes, and he looked like a big black ball. This ball standing on the wall of the urn looked weird and funny, but after two and a half years, both the Night's Watch and the Braavos people in Eastwatch recognized him as the leader. "I have been the captain of the South urn guard of the Eastwatch Night's Watch for two and a half years. My performance should be considered conscientious. I am on the list, so why don't I go? It's not like I won't come back. Do you think it's embarrassing for the castle that half of the people appear on the first rotation list of Eastwatch?"

"Of course not," Maester Hamun shook his head. "Although you are dressed in black, you and Stark."

"This is King Targaryen's arrangement." Tyrion said nonchalantly, grinning, "His Majesty also killed my damned father and wiped out the Lannister family in the West. Maester, the Lannister family is gone, and I am now a Night's Watchman."

Tyrion didn't care on his face, but he didn't think so in his heart. After two years of fighting the White Walkers, he had actually let go of his obsession with the Lannister family and Casterly Rock. But even though he was wearing this black suit, many people still labeled Tyrion as a "Lannister" in their hearts.

This identity label is deeply rooted.

At every meeting at Castle Black, Cotter Pyke would rather bring an illiterate commander and a few stewards who could only nod than Tyrion, who had rich political experience and could read and interpret policies. They had to wait for the stewards to bring back the situation at Castle Black and discuss it with Tyrion, rather than having him meet King Targaryen, Stannis, and Arya Stark at Castle Black.

Tyrion is very annoyed by this kind of "prejudice". Although he always acts carefree as if he is completely unaware of it, he still feels resentful in his heart.

Even King Targaryen can treat Tyrion equally on the surface, so why can't the so-called "brothers in black" do the same, and instead discriminate against him with "good intentions"?
Originally, Eastwatch was very busy with his duties, and if people around him could regard Tyrion as a normal person, he could have declined this arrangement for the sake of his duties.

But he had to go now. Tyrion had to go to Winterfell to take a good rest, eat well, drink well and sleep well, and then return to Eastwatch in good health. Not only that, he had to describe the hot springs and taverns of Winterfell to the commanders and stewards vividly, so that they would know that he was going to enjoy himself.

Compared to the Night's Watchmen from Westeros, Tyrion prefers to deal with the Orientals from Braavos. Most of these mercenaries were originally recruited by Braavos, and the agreement was only signed for three years. It was not until the Long Night's War that these mercenaries knew why the Braavos people were so generous and paid half of the deposit directly.

When the fighting subsided, the commander of the sellsword group would often seek out Tyrion for a drink and curse the Braavos nobles who had recruited them.

In the early days, many mercenaries were depressed for a long time after realizing that they might die in the long night at the Wall with the contract and gold of Braavos, and even thought about seizing the ship and escaping. Fortunately, these contradictions and feelings of loss were resolved with the success of several defense battles of the Wall, and King Targaryen's equal attitude and the conditions for taking over the subsequent treaties, so Tyrion had the opportunity to use his eloquence to win the hearts of these Braavos mercenaries.

A big reason why Cotter Pyke, the commander of Eastwatch, values ​​Tyrion is that Tyrion is actually the bridge of communication between the Braavos mercenaries and the Night's Watch.

This time the list also includes Braavos's mercenary commanders and brave warriors. Although they say they have the king's orders and are not afraid of danger, Tyrion still feels more psychologically secure staying with them.

There were as many as 500 people in the rotation team that set out from Eastwatch by the Sea. They rushed along the southern foot of the Great Wall all the way to Castle Black, where they gathered with the rotation teams of garrisons from other castles, and then set out from Castle Black to Winterfell.

It is terribly cold in the northern wilderness during the long night, and the hot air you exhale will quickly condense into white frost.

Tyrion had no doubt that if the team was left alone, without the warmth of the torches, they would freeze to death in the cold wilderness. Fortunately, during the defense of the Great Wall, the castles along the Great Wall had made sufficient preparations for the mobile teams that often needed support. At the southern foot of the Great Wall, there was a temporary camp at intervals to protect against the wind and cold and to burn fires for warmth.

Tyrion had to admit that many of King Viserys's measures were extremely groundbreaking, greatly reducing non-combat casualties on the Great Wall under extreme cold conditions and ensuring the high morale of the Wall's defenders.

This was of course based on the sufficient preparation of supplies, but it was precisely because the preparations were too thorough, as if many things had been prepared, that even Tyrion, who had never been very interested in prophecies, could not help but believe the rumors of the defenders: His Majesty Viserys was the Chosen One of the Seven Gods, a prophet who had foresight and had prepared everything long ago.

These rumors reached a peak after Septon Noth's arrival at the Wall in the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing.

Many people believe that King Viserys is a "warrior in the world", and even the Braavos sellswords now pray to the warrior before fighting.

Tyrion's knowledge always made him doubt all these, but many mysterious preparations and facts made Tyrion unable to find any other explanation. In fact, even Tyrion himself, when he prayed to the soldiers on the battlefield, began to involuntarily think of the majestic three-headed dragon of King Targaryen.

The gods have not yet punished Tyrion for his blasphemy. Tyrion sometimes wonders if the Church of the Seven is trying to flatter itself. Tyrion has served as acting Prime Minister in King's Landing, met two generations of high bishops in the Great Sept of Baelor, and witnessed many quarrels and scandals under the statues of the Seven Gods in the senate.

The Seven Gods are always silent, and the Archbishops and the Archbishops he met were all mortals who were greedy and used their faith to make money. Tyrion felt that if the gods would punish those who blasphemed, those bishops should be punished before him. Tyrion always measured some facts based on people's hearts and interests, so he privately guessed that King Targaryen specially arranged for the monks to spread the monks' words that the king was represented by the warriors in order to stabilize the morale of the army after the monks arrived at the Wall.

The war had been going on for two and a half years, and it was foreseeable that it would continue for much longer. According to some ancient books and stories passed down by word of mouth, the Long Night would last for a generation or two.

Tyrion believed that all the measures taken by Targaryen, including ensuring adequate food supplies, arranging spiritual comfort of faith, giving sufficient honor to the victims after their death, and the rotation of rest days arranged for the meritorious people, were preparations for a long and protracted war.

Tyrion already had the psychological expectation that the war would last for a very long time, perhaps until he had white hair and became old, or one day he would die from the tide of zombies.

Death and aging are the only two futures for the defenders of the Wall, so Tyrion cannot understand and hates that those "brothers" and "comrades-in-arms" who are warriors and will obviously grow old with him on the Wall still have a "Lannister" prejudice against him under such a prospect.

The same goes for Stark. Tyrion secretly thought that if the two Stark girls, Sansa and Arya, still held hostility and resentment towards him, then Tyrion could only express his blessing and respect for their intelligence level.

It turns out that Tyrion actually had another less obvious purpose for his trip to Winterfell this time.

He wanted to inquire about the current situation of Braavos and King's Landing in Winterfell, where the news should be relatively smoother than that of the Wall. After the Great Wall froze over the sea, communication with Braavos had been cut off. Eastwatch-by-the-Sea was not Castle Black, and even the information about King's Landing inland was very scarce, not to mention the continent of Essos across the sea?

It was not until Tyrion saw the "Book of Gains and Losses" issued by the king that he learned about what had happened in King's Landing and some fragmentary news from the inland.

After the Great Wall entered the long night, even the messenger ravens stopped delivering messages. It was not until half a year ago that the king arranged a magical device for Carter, the commander-in-chief of the castle, that news from Eastwatch became relatively less isolated.

But that magic device can only be used by the commander-in-chief, and it is only allowed to be used during important meetings. The castles use the magic device to communicate war intelligence, and some unimportant information will never be spread among the Great Wall defenders.

In Braavos, there is the mad Tysa and his suspected daughter Lannah whom Tyrion had finally found. He wants to confirm their safety and make sure that no accidents happened in Braavos during the long night.

Many Braavos people had similar thoughts. After learning that Tyrion was going to Winterfell, many mercenaries and sailors who could not go found Tyrion and some other Braavos people who were on leave for meritorious service, and asked them to help inquire about the current situation in Braavos.

Although it is highly likely that no news will be obtained in Winterfell under the cover of the long night, one must always have hope.

We can't blame Viserys for blocking a lot of outside intelligence he knew from the defenders of the Wall, because if a lot of this information were spread, it would be very damaging to morale.

Information like the fact that Lorath had lost the city long ago and the Ibbenese had surrendered en masse would have dealt a severe blow to the Braavos mercenary group, two-thirds of whom were Lorathians, with a small number of Ibbenese.

If some bad news spreads among the garrison, the soldiers will doubt the meaning and purpose of the battle, fall into self-doubt and lose their will to fight. Many mercenaries and civilians, especially the Essos who were forced to stay on the Wall and turned from sailors to formal combatants, including the soldiers of Westeros, do not have the concept of "honor" and "the overall situation". They are just mortals who want to survive. They just want to survive until the long night ends, the war is won, and then they can reunite with their families.

Didn't they have terrible guesses about the current situation in their hometown? But as long as it was not confirmed, there was still hope.

In the current army of the Great Wall, sometimes the blow to morale caused by a piece of bad news can be greater than a hundred attacks by the White Walker zombies.

Most of the defenders of the Great Wall were ordinary mortals who had not received any education. Religion and their inner thoughts were their only spiritual sustenance. Viserys did not dare to practice military democracy in the medieval army. Although it was cruel to say, in the long night, being able to live and die in a daze was a luxury for many mortals in the army. At least Viserys could guarantee that they would not starve or freeze to death, and after their death, there would be officials to fill in their names and record their heroic deeds through other people's descriptions.

When the team arrived at the Black Castle, they were arranged to stay in the dining room. After a special farewell banquet, the team was ready to set off.

What made Tyrion regretful was that King Viserys was now at the Shadow Tower, and together with Jon Snow, he took advantage of the rare period of relief to repair the cracks in the city wall that had been broken before.

It's no secret at the Wall by now that Jon Snow knows magic, and because of the weirwood magic he blows with his horn, some Northerners believe he's the chosen one of the Old Gods.

Tyrion was also shocked by the hidden talents of the Great Wall. A hundred leagues of Great Wall, there are Stannis, the Chosen of R'hllor, Jon Snow, the Chosen of the Old Gods, and King Viserys, the Warrior Agent of the Seven Gods.
Magic is now in vogue. The communications on the Wall have been replaced with magical equipment brought by His Majesty the King. The main commanders are dressed in magic armor. Tyrion believes that he will not be surprised if he hears that the true God has come to the world one day.

Tyrion followed in the middle of the team and was fine in Castle Black, but not long after he left Castle Black, the Nightfort team took the initiative to approach: "Little Devil, I didn't expect it was you. Has the manpower of Eastwatch been so depleted that the dwarfs have to go into battle to make merit?"

The speaker was Sir Songe of the Nightfort. As a representative of the Nightfort who was on the first rotation list, this knight had undoubtedly made great contributions in the battle.

The other party was Stannis's man, and he was obviously bored and looking for trouble on the road. Tyrion shrugged on his horse and raised the torch with his other hand: "It turned out to be Brother Songer from the Nightfort. I can't say why I was on the list. Maybe His Majesty thought I was good at using wildfire. You know, I am quite good at using wildfire in the battlefield."

Sir Song Ge curled his lips, his eyes flashing: "Really?"

The torch in Tyrion's hand suddenly lit up, and the burning flames burned Tyrion's fur coat. The thick wool coat on his coat was instantly burned, and sparks flew everywhere.

Song Ge laughed loudly: "I see you can't even hold the torch steadily?"

The opponent's display of this skill made Tyrion realize that the opponent undoubtedly had the legendary fire magic. The Night's Watch said that the Night's Watch under Stannis could control fire and make their swords spark fire out of thin air on the battlefield. They claimed that it was the power of the Red God and vigorously developed believers, but their fire magic was ultimately not as good as King Viserys's witchcraft armor and magic equipment, and did not have much effect.

Their current situation is a bit like that of Thoros, the Myr monk in King's Landing. It is difficult for them to find a new way among the kings, the old gods and the Faith of the Seven who all display their power.

However, for Tyrion, who had neither the king's magical power nor the power of the old gods, Songge was obviously not someone he could easily mess with. He felt a little uneasy, but Tyrion refused to be taken advantage of: "I like your fire tricks. To be honest, sir, I thought you would have a shadow on fire, but it seems I was worrying too much."

"If I were you, I wouldn't mention that matter again." Song Ge looked at him coldly.

"Excuse me, ser. What do you mean?" Tyrion asked in confusion. "I forget things easily. Could you remind me?"

Tyrion regretted it after he finished speaking. At this time, there was no need to open up other people's scars for the sake of a momentary verbal advantage and create more enemies. They were undoubtedly talking about the Battle of the Blackwater, where Stannis's army was almost annihilated by the fleet he burned on the Blackwater River.

Sir Songer's face turned cold: "What a sharp-tongued dwarf, be careful that the dead ghost will come to your door in the middle of the night and pull out your tongue!"

"It's not easy to pull out a dwarf's tongue. Be careful not to get burned by fire."

"Humph."

Tyrion didn't know what the other party's purpose was. He came up for no reason and caused trouble, and left with a cold snort for no reason.

The team walked south along the snow-covered King's Road for several hours, until the horses were exhausted and finally arrived at the temporary camp left by the King's Second Regiment on the road heading north.

The camp was not dismantled, and several large tents were left in a wooden camp. Some of the large tents had collapsed under the snow. The team heading south had to rest here and clean up the camp first, deal with the snow, and straighten and repair the collapsed tents.

The army was very cautious and on guard against possible hidden zombies, but after a sweep of the camp, they found nothing.

The camp began to light fires in this area to keep warm and cook.

It was a miracle to have an abandoned camp to clean up and rest in such a snowy place, and to have hot meals. When Tyrion went north from Winterfell to the Wall in summer, he did not have such conditions and could only sleep in the woods.

When he ate hot corn mush and mashed potatoes with diced jerk pork in the evening, Tyrion felt all the fatigue of the day go away.

At night, hundreds of people would rest in a large bunk bed in the camp. Two large fire pots were placed in the middle of the camp. The soldiers took out their woolen quilts, wrapped them up and spread them on the pile of freshly dried wheat straw, huddling together to keep each other warm.

Tyrion had been at the Wall for a long time and had gotten used to this living environment. In such a cold weather, he didn't even have to worry about lice. Except for people, horses, and hounds, other ordinary creatures were extinct in the cold.

The most difficult thing in such cold weather is getting up at night.

After a light sleep in the tent, Tyrion was awakened by the urge to urinate. He reluctantly climbed out of the crowd of people sleeping in the tent, followed the firelight of the night duty soldiers, and walked out of the cold camp with difficulty.

Tyrion just wanted to urinate, and he didn't care about hygiene. He just did it in a sheltered place outside the tent.

The night wind blew, and footsteps made a rustling sound on the frozen snow. Tyrion heard a voice behind him and said in a daze, "Brother, it's really cold today."

The person behind him didn't answer.

The torches flickered.

Tyrion was surprised: "You didn't bring a torch?"

Suddenly.

The torch went out. Tyrion suddenly woke up and looked back, only to see a tall dark shadow rushing towards him.

He subconsciously wanted to shout for help, but the other party's hand suddenly came and covered his mouth. Something hit the back of his head, and Tyrion's body went limp uncontrollably.

He murmured, "Song Ge?"

The other party did not say anything. He just silently picked up Tyrion, who was wrapped like a ball, and took him to a more remote place in the camp.

Tyrion had a severe headache and vaguely realized that the other party was leading him deeper into the camp. This camp was built according to the specifications of 7,000 to 8,000 people. The returning rotation troops had only 3,000 to 4,000 people, and only a very small part of the camp was used.

Tyrion realized that the other side wanted to leave him deep in the camp and freeze to death.

Sure enough, at a certain moment, Tyrion's body felt lighter and he was thrown into a remote corner.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The coldness rolled up bit by bit.

The defense of the camp during the long night was only for the two camp gates, and there were few patrols. Tyrion knew that if he lay in the cold snow for half an hour, he would definitely freeze to death due to hypothermia. Then when he set out the next day, when people found his body, they would think he was a fool who got up at night and fell and froze himself to death.

"No!" He tried to struggle and shout, but his head was dizzy and he could only utter meaningless mumbles.

Tyrion was well aware of the mentality of the people in the army. The people who found his body the next day would not even check whether he had been hit hard on the back of the head. They would only quickly gather people to burn his body with wildfire to prevent it from turning into a corpse after confirming that he had frozen to death.

Damn, is he going to die here?
As time passed, Tyrion's hands and feet became stiff and his back gradually lost feeling.

He could vaguely feel his skin getting hot, as if there was a furnace burning his skin inside his body.

His mind was in a state of confusion, as if he were in boiling water.

His skin was terribly hot. Under the waves of stimulating heat, his whole body seemed to be burned and it hurt badly.

Suddenly, a pleasant female voice came to my ears: "Who's there?"

Before he fell into a coma, Tyrion seemed to hear the sound of a sword being drawn.

When he woke up, Tyrion was lying in the carriage. The carriage was shaking violently, and he could hear the squeaking sound of the axles pressing on the snow.

"You are finally awake, Tyrion. You are so lucky."

The speaker was a Braavosi sellsword.

The other person was holding a torch close to his face and looking into his eyes.

His face was burning so badly that he subconsciously reached out to cover it.

"Don't move unless you want to have the skin off your nose."

"What's wrong with me?" He was still a little confused.

"You nearly froze to death in the snow," the other person replied.

At this moment, he realized that the carriage was very hot, and turned around to see a large black pot filled with charcoal.

His hands and ears were itchy from the heat, and he subconsciously raised his hands to see that his rough palms were black and purple, and his skin was cracked.

My hands were stiff and itchy, and it felt like thousands of ants were crawling on them.

The Braavosi in the wagon handed him something white and said, "Take this. It will make you feel better."

"what is this?"

"Radish, it is said that this is a folk remedy developed by your king and his maesters. You should be thankful, Tyrion. If you had stayed in the snow any longer, even if you could be saved, your fingers would have been necrotic and cut off. Many people have lost their ears and fingers due to frostbite and falling down during the long night, and some have even lost their lives. You should develop the habit of asking others to help you."

Tyrion took the white thing and found it was indeed a red-hot carrot. It was so hot that he almost dropped it on the ground.

But holding the hot radish in your hand can dispel the tingling sensation in your fingers like ants crawling, and bring a strange sense of refreshment.

The feeling of pain and pleasure made Tyrion feel strange.

He subconsciously reached out to put the hot carrot to his itchy ear, but it was bandaged.

The Braavosi man in front of him said: "I'm sorry, part of your right ear was frozen off."

"What!?"

Tyrion couldn't believe it for a moment, and reached out to touch his ear, but he felt nothing except itching and burning.

Because of frostbite, the sense of touch from his fingers was very weak, so he was not sure whether he had touched the ear even if he did.

Tyrion's nose had been cut by a knife in the Blackwater River, and his already ugly face had been disfigured. Now half of his right ear was frozen off. How ugly will he look in public next time?
He felt a nameless fire burning in his chest, and he cursed angrily: "Damn it!"

It's Song! Seven hells, Tyrion thought: He didn't fall down in the middle of the night, this is murder!

The Braavosi on the other side was still comforting: "At least you survived."

"You don't understand, brother." Tyrion thought of Songger's face, and he thought to himself: I should have known earlier that those Red God followers were all crazy.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter outside the carriage: "Excuse me, is Tyrion, the warrior of Eastwatch, on the carriage?"

This voice made Tyrion furious.

He opened the curtain of the carriage, and sure enough, Song Ge's evil eyes were waiting for him outside, with a mocking face.

"You disgust me, Clayton Song. I thought Stannis's knighting of you would teach you what honor is, but it seems that even if you were a knight, you were still a nobody from Flea Bottom. You have no idea what honor is, and even if you became a member of the Night's Watch, you brought shame to the Night's Watch."

"Hahaha," Clutton laughed. "I love seeing people's resentful expressions. I admit, little devil, I'm not as brave as you. I dare not lie down in the snow to sleep. I'm afraid of freezing my ears and my little brother off. By the way, is your little brother okay? Hahaha."

"You!" Tyrion suddenly had an idea. Although Claton Songer was also a Night's Watchman, his cloak and gloves were red, representing R'hllor.

When he was attacked, he caught a glimpse before the flames died down and saw that the other person's cloak and gloves were black.

Although he was sure that the attacker was not Songe, Tyrion continued to curse angrily: "There are laws among the Night's Watch, Clutton. You attempted murder and dared to laugh at me! It was you who attacked me from behind when I got up at night and threw me into the depths of the tent to die! I didn't go to you, but you came to me! Just wait, I will report you to Stannis!"

Clutton narrowed his eyes and looked back: "You dwarf is full of nonsense. How dare you slander me? Are you looking for death?"

Tyrion saw the other party's reaction and was 90% sure that it was not the other party who attacked him, so who could it be? He racked his brains and found that his "enemies" in the team were only three families, Stannis, Stark and Targaryen.

But if Targaryen wanted to take action, why would he have to wait until now?
The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the marching troops, and Bowen Marsh, the chief of the Night's Watch, came to ask: "What's going on here?"

Tyrion and Songge told each other their stories.

Chief Bowen looked at Tyrion. "You said someone attacked you?"

Clutton watched the incident get out of hand, and heard the little devil's vivid description, as if it was true. This was not what he wanted. He just couldn't stand the little devil deliberately causing trouble, and didn't want to be known as an attacker of the night watchmen. "It wasn't me. I was on night watch when you were sent back to the camp. The black brothers who were with me at the time can testify for me."

Soon someone came up and said, "Master, we can testify."

"You." Bowen was in a dilemma, because all those who testified were Stannis's subordinates.

Seeing Stannis's men involved, Tyrion started to act like a rogue: "Aren't you two in the same boat? Master, who brought me back? Why not ask him to testify? I was hit on the back of my head. He should be able to tell me whether I fell or was knocked unconscious."

Not long after.

A tall knight was invited to intervene in this Rashomon.

"The Hound, Sandor Clegane?" Tyrion was not calm when he saw the person coming. "Why is it you?"

The Hound was wondering why so many people were gathered in the queue. He sneered and replied, "Tyrion, if you want to thank me for saving you, forget it. As for your half ear, it's on the ground. I really don't have time to pick it up for you."

It turned out that it was Arya Stark and her female guard from House Mormont who found Tyrion when they got up at night.

Tyrion's head was on the ground at the time, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead when he was found. Arya's female guard Mormont was so nervous that she almost directly blew the torch oil on him. In the end, she resisted the urge to kill him and just turned him over to confirm his identity, which was already a great favor.

Even though half of Tyrion's ear was pulled off the snow.

Sandor was then called to carry Tyrion back to the camp.

To be honest, in such a cold night, no one had the time to check whether Tyrion had fallen or been knocked unconscious. He was almost frozen to death at the time, and he was lucky to be able to survive.

The three parties started communicating in this way.

Tyrion confirms the details.

"Are you sure that there were only footprints of Lord Arya and her guards at that time, and no other footprints were seen?"

"Of course, damn it, screw you half-man. You should have bought me a drink instead of calling me in for questioning."

"This is not an interrogation, Ser Sandor. It is merely a small plea that you do the honor of finding the murderer of this innocent half-man."

The Hound cursed, "Screw your honor. I'm not a knight. The murderer, I think it's an enemy? Damn it, I told you, there's nothing wrong with my eyes. I can still see the footprints clearly."

Tyrion couldn't help asking, "Didn't you find it strange that there were no footprints except your own, and I was lying there unconscious?"

The Hound said angrily, "Go to hell, half-man. Who do you think you are now? The acting Prime Minister of King's Landing? Are you important? If it weren't for the fact that you are a brother of the Night's Watch who fought the White Walkers together, it would be merciful for me not to abandon you where you are."

Tyrion was speechless after hearing the Hound's hurtful words, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Lies are not sharp swords, truth is sharp.

Yes, Tyrion Lannister is just a small figure now, who would be worthy of his murder?
Although the Targaryens, Starks, and Stannis were still suspects in his mind, Tyrion had already ruled them out in his heart.
So who else has a grudge against Tyrion?
(End of this chapter)