Most thieves, like most men, are fools, who think no further than turning a night's plunder into wine. Sadly for them, Illyrio needed my throat more than he needed theirs. Soon, every honest man knew to come to Illyrio, whilst the city's cutpurses sought me, half to sell me what they had stolen, and the other half to slit my throat. Illyrio would offer help to the thieves' victims, promising to recover their valuables for a fee. I would spy on lesser thieves and steal their takings. He was a bravo who lived by his sword, but his mind was sharper than his blade. I managed to escape them and took to sleeping in the sewers by day and prowling the rooftops by night, barely one step ahead of starvation, much less slavery. When they discovered why, I was beaten and told that a eunuch boy doesn't belong in the streets, but in the brothels as any slaver would know. But the other thieves didn't appreciate my skill, and they had size and strength that I couldn't match. As a young thief in Pentos, I seemed to have eight hands each dipped into a stranger's pocket. Varys: Men called me "the Spider" long before I came to Westeros. Varys, "the Spider," recalls his own history as a boy in Pentos, as well as the creation of his army of " Little Birds." Narration
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