Tywin Lannister was hosting another war council in his chambers at Harrenhal. Meg continued to serve incognito as his cupbearer. She noticed he was mad at Ser Armory Lorch for some reason.

"Tell me, Ser Armory, can you read?"

The knight did not answer.

"Because I told you to send a letter detailing our troop movements to Lord Damon of House Marbrand. You didn't do that, did you? Who did you send it to?"

"Lord Randy of House Marsh," Ser Armory mumbled.

"Lord Randy of House Marsh." Tywin turned to Meg. "Sansa Stark! Fetch me 'The History of the Greater and the Lesser Houses.'"

Meg went to the bookcase and found the book he wanted.

Tywin's eyes narrowed. "You found that book before I told you which one it was. So, you can read. Maybe you should have Ser Armory's job." He opened the book to the page for House Marsh and pushed it across the table to Armory. "Read this. Tell me who House Marsh owes allegiance to."

Armory hesitated. Tywin didn't wait for him to answer. "THEY ARE VASSALS OF HOUSE GRIFFIN, OUR ENEMIES!"

"In my defense, the names Marsh and Marbrand sound a lot alike," Armory whimpered.

"I thought you might be useful for more than brutalizing peasants, but clearly I overestimated you," Tywin said scathingly. "You are dismissed!"

A Lannister captain entered. "Lord Glen Quagmire is here."

Meg froze.

Quagmire came in. He winked at Meg. "Hey, baby, you look like you could use a stiff one! Giggity, giggity, goo!" She couldn't tell if he recognized her or not. Maybe not. He'd only seen her once before.

"Quagmire, stop thinking about that useless micro-penis of yours for five seconds and tell me the news from King's Landing!" Tywin said furiously.

"I didn't come from King's Landing. I came from Renly's camp."

"Ah, yes. King Renly. Shortest reign in history. I heard he was murdered by a woman. Do you know anything about that?"

"I have heard talk of darker forces at work," Quagmire said cautiously. "Rumor has it some kind of 'shadow monster' killed him."

Tywin snorted. "Men love to blame demons when their grand plans fall apart. But there are no demons."

Meg noticed that Quagmire started to laugh at this for some reason, but he disguised it as a sneeze. "Right," he said. "No demons. Anyway, Margaery Tyrell is a widow now. And House Tyrell has a large army."

"Get to the point!" Tywin said impatiently.

"Loras wants revenge on Stannis for Renly's death, and Margaery wants to be queen."

"I'm well aware of Margaery's ambitions. Get to the point!"

Quagmire outlined his plan. "We should offer to wed Margaery to your grandson Joffrey. Then, the Tyrells would help us defeat Stannis."

"Haven't the Tyrells already ridden back to Highgarden?"

"With your permission, I'll ride there myself. I can leave tonight."

"I'll consider it," Tywin said.

A few hours later, Meg was in the cellar filling a flagon of wine. She sensed someone standing behind her. It was Quagmire!

"Hello, Meg."

"I don't know who Meg is," she said. "My name is Sansa Stark. I'm Lord Tywin's cupbearer."

Quagmire shook his head. "You can't fool me. I'd know Lois Griffin's daughter anywhere. You look just like her. Don't worry, though, I won't tell Lord Tywin."

Meg didn't think she looked like her mother at all. She looked more like a girl version of her father. So, Quagmire was an idiot as far as she was concerned.

"I met your mom at Renly's camp, you know," Quagmire added causally. "She's just dying to see you again. She left in a hurry, but I imagine she's either going to Chris's camp or back to Winterfell. I could take you to her." A far-off look came into his eyes. "If I delivered you back to Lois, she'd stop being mad at me for sure! Maybe she'd even let me pound her tom-tom! All right!"

But Meg didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. "No thanks. I don't need your kind of help. I bet you just want to take me somewhere and rape me. You probably have AIDS anyway!"

She walked off. "I just have HIV!" Quagmire called after her. "Not full-blown AIDS! Heh-heh. Full blown. Giggity."

Meg knew she wasn't safe for a minute with him around. Maybe he would betray her to Tywin. He said he wouldn't, but she couldn't rely on his word. He might have already told for all she knew.

"I should have the Mask kill Quagmire next," Meg said to herself. "Or even have him kill Tywin Lannister himself."