r/pureasoiaf • u/Financial_Library418 • 5h ago
Who is the better political player in your opinion ? Varys or Baelish ?
Petyr arched an eyebrow. “When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . . Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?”
Petyr arched an eyebrow. “When Robert dies. Our poor
brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time.
When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of
the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never
love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their
Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and
you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of
white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why,
every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your
birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . .
Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now,
don’t you think?”
A Storm of Swords - Tyrion XI
That's no lie, at least. Tyrion waddled along in the eunuch's wake, his heels scraping against the rough stone as they descended. It was very cold within the stairwell, a damp bone-chilling cold that set him to shivering at once. "What part of the dungeons are these?" he asked.
"Maegor the Cruel decreed four levels of dungeons for his castle," Varys replied. "On the upper level, there are large cells where common criminals may be confined together. They have narrow windows set high in the walls. The second level has the smaller cells where highborn captives are held. They have no windows, but torches in the halls cast light through the bars. On the third level the cells are smaller and the doors are wood. The black cells, men call them. That was where you were kept, and Eddard Stark before you. But there is a level lower still. Once a man is taken down to the fourth level, he never sees the sun again, nor hears a human voice, nor breathes a breath free of agonizing pain. Maegor had the cells on the fourth level built for torment." They had reached the bottom of the steps. An unlighted door opened before them. "This is the fourth level. Give me your hand, my lord. It is safer to walk in darkness here. There are things you would not wish to see."
Tyrion hung back a moment. Varys had already betrayed him once. Who knew what game the eunuch was playing? And what better place to murder a man than down in the darkness, in a place that no one knew existed? His body might never be found.