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Tyrion began his explorations with the kitchen, where two fat women and a potboy watched him warily as he helped himself to cheese, bread, and figs.

"The gods help this potboy if he's sent me off haring after shadows."

To follow was to be led from the scent; Coke wheeled again, therefore, and meeting a potboy who knew the street, he was directed to Grocott's.

The cheerfulest personage in the room was the potboy, who, as he stalked about with his apron on and p. 114his shirt-sleeves tucked up, seemed to be quite at home with his customers. 

To gratify her sweet grace, I’ll turn potboy, and wait upon the gossips of the tap.