A Clash of Kings, Chapter 3, Tyrion
June 6th, 2009
Chapter 3, Tyrion
Summary
Tyrion invites himself into the small council meeting. He delivers the letter from Lord Tywin naming him the Hand of the King. The members of the council welcome him, Cersei is not happy with that. Tyrion calms her with the promise of freeing Jaime. After the clash with his sister Tyrion makes way to the inn where he finds Shae and Varys.
Quotes
“We needed Slynt’s gold cloaks. Eddard Stark was plotting with Renly and he’d written to Lord Stannis, offering him the throne. We might have lost all. Even so, it was a close thing. If Sansa hadn’t come to me and told me all her father’s plans…”
Tyrion was surprised. “Truly? His own daughter?” Sansa had always seemed such a sweet child, tender and courteous.
“The girl was wet with love. She would have done anything for Joffrey, until he cut off her father’s head and called it mercy. That put an end to that.”
“You will share all your plans and intentions with me before you act, and you will do nothing without my consent. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you agree?”
“Certainly,” he lied. “I am yours, sister.” For as long as I need to be.
“In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. ‘Do it’ says the king, ‘for I am your lawful ruler.’ ‘Do it’ says the priest, ‘for I command you in the names of the gods.’ ‘Do it’ says the rich man, ‘and all this gold shall be yours.’ So tell me-who lives and who dies?” Bowing deeply, the eunuch hurried from the common room on soft slippered feet.
When he was gone, Chella gave a snort and Shae wrinkled up her pretty face. “The rich man lives. Doesn’t he?”
Tyrion sipped at his wine, thoughtful. “Perhaps. Or not. That would depend on the sellsword, it seems.”
Fool, he thought to himself afterward, as they lay in the center of the sagging mattress amidst the rumpled sheets. Will you never learn, dwarf? She’s a whore, damn you, it’s your coin she loves, not your cock. Remember Tysha?
Commentary
There is a reason why Tyrion is the favorite character of great many readers. He’s very smart. He can be strong and ruthless (take note how he faced Cersei and Ser Mandon), but at the same time he’s human, he has a heart, he longs for closeness. His misguided tries to find it with Shae will only lead to tragedy. And the most painful thing is - he *knows* it! The heart does not listen to reason though…
With Tyrion’s arrival in King’s Landing we’re back in the world of politic intrigues. Cersei wants to rule the kingdom, Tyrion wants to do the same, Littlefinger will have to answer for the Valyrian dagger and Varys finds out the biggest secret Imp has - Shae. Everyone is lying. What is the truth behind all the lies? It’s fun to guess!
The most intriguing bit of this chapter (for me at least) is the riddle Varys leaves Tyrion with. Three people each powerful in their own way and one sellsword. Who holds the real power here? The sellsword it seems. This story in conjunction with what Cersei says about the way she dealt with Ned Stark got me thinking. Was it really up to Petyr Baelish? After Robert’s death there was one power in King’s Landing to make new king - the gold cloaks. Littlefinger secured them for Lannisters when Ned refused to heed his advice. Seems that he was the man with the sword.
I’ll leave you to digest this chapter with one last note. Look at how Tyrion looks at the world, how he perceives the feelings. Everything comes back to Tysha. His cynicism, irony, detachment, it all started with the betrayal of the one person he believed loved him despite what he was.





