So... on the morrow, we make for Harrenhal. Kevan, I want Sir Addam's outriders to screen our movements. Give him as many men as he requires, and send them out in groups of four. I will have no vanishings.
As you say, my lord, but... why Harrenhal? That is a grim, unlucky place. Some call it cursed.
Let them, Lord Tywin said. "Unleash Sir Gregor and send him before us with his reavers. Send forth Vargo Hoat and his freeriders as well, and Sir Amory Lorch. Each is to have three hundred horse. Tell them I want to see the riverlands afire from the Gods Eye to the Red Fork."
They will burn, my lord, Sir Kevan said, rising. "I shall give the commands." He bowed and made for the door.
When they were alone, Lord Tywin glanced at Tyrion. "Your savages might relish a bit of rapine. Tell them they may ride with Vargo Hoat and plunder as they like, goods, stock, women, they may take what they want and burn the rest."
Telling Shagga and Timett how to pillage is like telling a rooster how to crow, Tyrion commented, "but I should prefer to keep them with me." Uncouth and unruly they might be, yet the wildlings were his, and he trusted them more than any of his father's men. He was not about to hand them over.