chapter 152 part 1
Chapter 152: Dark News
"Hahaha... ah... I wish I didn't have to wake up. It's so rare for us to be a loving family..."
As he spoke, Tyrion's tone was laced with mockery: "It doesn't have to be in a dream. As long as I'm cut out of the picture, Father loves Brother, and Brother loves Sister. No wonder Father and Sister dislike me; it turns out my very existence is what ruins our family's harmony."
He paused, then chuckled, "What a pity the Lannister giant didn't manage to die."
Glyn said in exasperation, "Lord Giant, remember to bring guards with you when you go out from now on."
Tyrion chuckled. "Once I can get out of bed, I'll personally select a few men. I cherish this little life of mine. I daren't gamble on my luck again."
Glyn refilled Tyrion's cup.
Tyrion took a large gulp of wine, falling silent for a moment before saying solemnly, "Glyn, thank you. I owe you my life."
Glyn's eyes twitched, a hint of confusion on his face. "I think it's the maester you should be thanking."
"That old man is certainly lucky..."
Tyrion mumbled, then added, "My lord, my brother has a sharp sword, but I have a large head. That damn Maester Pycelle kept feeding me milk of the poppy. It wasn't until I heard your voice that I was able to wake up."
Glyn looked at Tyrion and sighed softly. "Tyrion, I underestimated your intelligence... My apologies. Sometimes the truth is cruel. You still need to recover, so now is not the right time to tell you."
Tyrion bared his teeth. "And here I thought you'd cover for Cersei."
Glyn shrugged. "If I concealed something like this, an unprepared man would lose his life sooner or later. Tyrion, we're friends. I have no desire to see you attended to by the Silent Sisters."
"Heh... hahaha..."
Tyrion grimaced into a smile for a moment. "When the time comes, you'll have to keep an eye out for me. I wouldn't want to... actually, never mind. It would be my honor."
After speaking, his expression turned lewd once more.
Glyn was speechless. "..."
After some small talk, Tyrion suddenly said, "Glyn, aren't you worried about the lioness's roar? If Cersei discovers someone ruined her 'good deed,' she certainly won't let you off easily."
Glyn waved his hand. "Tyrion, do you think I had any other choice? I could have gone to Ser Jaime, but unfortunately, the Warden of the East wasn't in King's Landing at the time."
Tyrion smiled, looking greatly pleased. "What a pity."
After laughing, his expression turned serious. "What should I do? I'm sure you've already figured out how to handle this."
Glyn nodded slightly and said slowly, "It is common for a physician to be injured by a delirious, grievously wounded patient. The Imp, though in a coma, remained highly vigilant and seemed to sense something was wrong... He woke up suddenly and struggled violently. The result was that the old maester lost a finger. The commotion was too great, forcing him to stop."
"Hah. Truly my good sister."
Tyrion exclaimed, his eyes darting. "Pycelle lost a finger?"
Glyn looked at Tyrion. "May the gods preserve you."
Tyrion bared his teeth. "Then I truly must thank the gods for their mercy."
Tyrion lowered his head in thought for a moment, then said, "Pycelle won't tell, will he?"
Glyn shook his head slightly. "Tyrion, you are a Lannister. Pycelle is more afraid of someone revealing this matter to the Old Lion of the West. You should know better than I what 'an eye for an eye' means."
"Besides, our queen never gave a direct order from start to finish. You could say Pycelle got clever on his own... Therefore, he will do his utmost to convince Queen Cersei."
Tyrion's eye twitched. He took a gulp of wine. "For your sake, his sake, and everyone's sake, it seems I'll have to forget this ever happened."
He chuckled, then continued, "The memory is too vivid, and my head is too big. But I must go on being the same obedient little brother as before. It's truly a difficult task."
Glyn leaned back in his chair. "A very wise choice. Unless Lord Tywin sides with you."
"My father? I would sooner believe an Other would kiss me."
Although Tyrion's voice was mocking, Glyn could feel the suppressed rage beneath it.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy.
After a pause, Glyn chuckled, "Tyrion, you truly are a lion."
Tyrion raised an eyebrow, looking at Glyn in confusion.
Glyn spread his hands, a hint of mock disdain on his face.
"When I arrived, you were still unconscious. But not long after, you started muttering the name of a certain beauty over and over. I couldn't help but sigh at the time—even an injured lion doesn't forget his passions."
Tyrion frowned. He had a vague memory of it.
"I thought that if I brought that beauty here, it might aid in your recovery. So I made a point to ask Maester Pycelle for his opinion. He told me that... given your injuries, you wouldn't be able to do anything even if she were right in front of you. A lion can only roar."
Tyrion bared his teeth. "Why do I get the feeling you had less than noble intentions? Were you hoping to see such a scene?"
Glyn's lips curled slightly. He teased, "Tyrion, it was a rare opportunity. I even ordered my men to bring her here to encourage you to recover quickly. A pity, though. For the past few days, they've searched every brothel, large and small, and couldn't find that beauty named Tysha."
Tyrion's smile froze. He remembered the dream of Tysha.
Glyn glanced at Tyrion's unnatural expression. "Tyrion, you're awake now, so don't expect me to run your errands. Besides, you need to keep recovering. This is hardly the time to display a lion's prowess."
Tysha... The dream was too clear. Memories he had buried deep, ones he was unwilling to recall, surfaced one by one. He remembered his first time with Tysha. She hadn't known what to do, little better than him... They kept bumping noses, and when they finally managed, he remembered how her whole body trembled.
...
Tyrion's expression was bitter. "Glyn, there's no need to search for her. I won't be looking for her either. She was once my wife."
Glyn was astonished. "Wife? You were married?"
Tyrion nodded slightly. "Yes, I remember the wedding. The officiant was a drunken septon, and our witnesses were a herd of pigs. My wife and I held our wedding feast with our witnesses. Tysha fed me pig's head, and I licked the grease from her hands. After we'd eaten and drunk our fill, we laughed and tumbled into bed..."
Glyn frowned slightly. "It sounds wonderful, but the look on your face tells me it was anything but."
Tyrion's voice was tinged with mockery. "It was wonderful for a time... Hmph. My wife, Lady Tysha."
Glyn refilled Tyrion's cup. "Did something happen? I've never heard you mention her before."
Tyrion downed half the wine in his cup in one go, then said grimly, "My Lady Tysha came from House Westerves. Their house sigil is one hundred and one coppers, one hundred silvers, and one gold coin on a stained bedsheet. Our marriage was very brief... For a dwarf, I suppose that is my just deserts."