you will never guess what they have named the little bastard, brother.” “They wanted to name him Tywin, I recall.” “Yes, but I forbade it. I told Falyse that I would not have our father’s noble name bestowed upon the ill-gotten spawn of some pig boy and a feeble-witted sow.” “Lady Stokeworth insists the child’s name was not her doing,” Grand Maester Pycelle put in. Perspiration dotted his wrinkled forehead. “Lollys’s husband made the choice, she writes. This man Bronn, he … it would seem that he …” “Tyrion,” ventured Jaime. “He named the child Tyrion.”
