Tyrion watched Ser Mandon, weighing how to enter the chamber. Jaime had once said that, apart from himself, Mandon was the most dangerous of the White Knights, because his face was always expressionless, a poker face that revealed nothing of his intentions.
Tyrion looked up at Ser Mandon but could not tell what he was thinking. The man's face was as still as an ancient well. Tyrion began considering force. This man certainly could not defeat Bronn and Timett together: Bronn was nimble, and Timett fought without regard for his life. But he had come to King's Landing to help with the greater situation. If he killed Joffrey's guard upon arrival, what would happen afterward? Yet if he was simply barred at the door, where would his authority come from?
"Ser Mandon, I don't believe you've met my companions. This is Timett son of Timett, the Red Hand commander of the Burned Men in the Mountains of the Moon. And this is Bronn. He originally had a companion, actually," Tyrion introduced them with a smile.
"I finished that companion off myself. He's no longer with us. He fell ill on the mountain road and was slowing us down," Bronn corrected him with a grin.
For Tyrion's fanciful idea, they had gone to the Mountains of the Moon to recruit men after leaving King's Landing. The unfortunate Chiggen had been too feverish to travel the mountain paths, so Bronn had simply finished him off. Still, the outcome had been good. They had tried their luck and brought back a band of men.
Ser Mandon turned a deaf ear and remained motionless.
"At any rate," Tyrion said lightly, "I really would like to see my dear sister and deliver this letter while I'm at it. Good ser, would you kindly open the