" You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister." " Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. " Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure." " I don't even know who my mother was," Jon said. " Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. " Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs." And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king. "