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3. Conclusions

Splash. What a way to wake me up, Tyrion thought as a bucket of water landed on his face.

"Get up, Imp! Woman, wake up! We're leaving" one of the men shouted.

And they were tied the same way they had been tied the day before.

They must have been walking for a good five hours, the sun was almost at its highest now and Tyrion felt as if his legs were about to be disentangled from his hips. What would he give for a horse now! Forget the horse. What would he give for a bath, good food and a whore! My kingdom for a whore, he thought. But he was stuck in these god-forsaken barren mountains, with these backwards clansmen and a stuck up Lady Stark. Although he must confess, last night's conversation had been almost warm. Maybe she was not that bad after all. Just as he was about to take a look at her, he felt a tug at his waist. She had tripped and almost taken him down with her. Having her hands bound behind her back she was not able to break the fall. He watched as she struggled to get back on her feet.

"I'd give you a hand but I…" as she glared furiously at him he said "I'd better shut up". Now I know how Jon Snow feels, he thought.

When they stopped again for lunch, the men untied both Tyrion and Lady Stark.

"You try to run away and we'll chop off your manhood and feed it to the goats" one of the men told Tyrion. "And as for you" he said to Lady Stark "we'll cut off your tongue and shove it up your nose".

"I'll be as docile as a baby, I promise" said Tyrion

The men brought them some of the roasted lizards left over from the night before and some stale bread.

"Mmhh tasty", he said sarcastically. Tyrion wolfed down the food but noticed Lady Stark wasn't touching hers.

"Not hungry, Lady Stark?"

When she didn't reply he took a good look at her. She looked pale, almost green, with dark circles under her eyes. Her lips were a whitish shade of pink. She looked as if she were about to throw up.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"No" she said and turned around and started retching.

He got up and stood next to her. He handed her a some water and watched as she rinsed the vile taste off her mouth.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. It's probably just the sun and the long walk"

"Here", he said, and offered her his shoulder to lean on. He was surprised when she accepted and he started stroking her back. It was a matter of seconds before he could hear her soft snores.

Tyrion was almost done with the food when the men came again. He was able to negotiate with them so that their hands would not be tied.

"Lady Stark", he woke her softly "we need to get going again"

With a very unlady-like grunt she finally managed to get on her feet. They started walking again, but she was slowing them down. He started to worry the men would decide to leave her behind, so he kept pushing her.

"So, what's the first thing you want to do when we get to my father's camp?" he knew she was not going to answer, so he continued. "Me, I'm going to take a long bath, get rid of these clothes and burn them. Then I'm going to sit at a table with utensils and eat as much as I can: roasted goat with slices of bacon, garlic potatoes, sun baked tomatoes with basil on top, garlic bread with lots of cheese and gulp everything down with a bucket of ale"

"Please stop" she whispered and turned around to vomit again.

By nightfall, the woman was a mess. She reeked of vomit and sweat, her hair fell all over her face in all different directions and her clothes were stained with mud, half-digested food and blood. He guessed he didn't look much better, but he was sure that he at least looked presentable and didn't smell half as bad. He let her lean on him for the night to make sure she was somewhat comfortable. He recognized the symptoms. He had seen them in his sister when she had Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen. But the months didn't add up. Ned had left Winterfell months ago and she was not even showing yet. Could she have been with another man? Could she have pulled a Ned on her own husband? It didn't make sense. He was going to keep his thoughts to himself for the time being.

TBC