"The gold of a lowland lord is as worthless as a halfman's promises," Gunthor said.
"Half a man I may be," Tyrion said, "yet I have the courage to face my enemies. What do the Stone Crows dobut hide behind rocks and shiver with fear as the knights of the Vale ride by?"
Shagga gave a roar of anger and clashed club against axe. Jaggot poked at Tyrion's face with the fire-hardened point of a long wooden spear. He did his best not to flinch. "Are these the best weapons you could steal?" he said. "Good enough for killing sheep, perhaps...if the sheep do not fight back. My father's smiths shit better steel."
"Little boyman," Shagga roared, "will you mock my axe after I chop off your manhood and feed it to the goats?"
But Gunthor raised a hand. "No. I would hear his words. The mothers go hungry, and steel fills more mouths than gold. What would you give us for your lives, Tyrion son of Tywin? Swords? Lances? Mail?"
"All that, and more, Gunthor son of Gurn," Tyrion Lannister replied, smiling. "I will give you the Vale ofArryn."