There were four of them, Catelyn saw. An old man in the black of the Night’s Watch, two servants … and Tyrion Lannister, standing there small and bold as life. “My men will sleep in your stable, and as for myself, well, I do not require a large room, as you can plainly see.” He flashed a mocking grin. “So long as the fire’s warm and the straw reasonably free of fleas, I am a happy man.
