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She
heard
King
Renly
declare
the
Lady
Brienne
of
Tarth
the
victor
of
the
great
melee
at
Bitterbridge
,
last
mounted
of
one
hundred
sixteen
knights
.
"
As
champion
,
you
may
ask
of
me
any
boon
that
you
desire
.
If
it
lies
in
my
power
,
it
is
yours
.
"
"
Your
Grace
,
"
Brienne
answered
,
"
I
ask
the
honor
of
a
place
among
your
Rainbow
Guard
.
I
would
be
one
of
your
seven
,
and
pledge
my
life
to
yours
,
to
go
where
you
go
,
ride
at
your
side
,
and
keep
you
safe
from
all
hurt
and
harm
.
"
"
Done
,
"
he
said
.
"
Rise
,
and
remove
your
helm
.
"
She
did
as
he
bid
her
.
And
when
the
greathelm
was
lifted
,
Catelyn
understood
Ser
Colen
’
s
words
.
Beauty
,
they
called
her
.
.
.
mocking
.
The
hair
beneath
the
visor
was
a
squirrel
’
s
nest
of
dirty
straw
,
and
her
face
.
.
.
Brienne
’
s
eyes
were
large
and
very
blue
,
a
young
girl
’
s
eyes
,
trusting
and
guileless
,
but
the
rest
.
.
.
her
features
were
broad
and
coarse
,
her
teeth
prominent
and
crooked
,
her
mouth
too
wide
,
her
lips
so
plump
they
seemed
swollen
.
A
thousand
freckles
speckled
her
cheeks
and
brow
,
and
her
nose
had
been
broken
more
than
once
.
Pity
filled
Catelyn
’
s
heart
.
Is
there
any
creature
on
earth
as
unfortunate
as
an
ugly
woman
?
And
yet
,
when
Renly
cut
away
her
torn
cloak
and
fastened
a
rainbow
in
its
place
,
Brienne
of
Tarth
did
not
look
unfortunate
.
Her
smile
lit
up
her
face
,
and
her
voice
was
strong
and
proud
as
she
said
,
"
My
life
for
yours
,
Your
Grace
.
From
this
day
on
,
I
am
your
shield
,
I
swear
it
by
the
old
gods
and
the
new
.
"
The
way
she
looked
at
the
king
—
looked
down
at
him
,
she
was
a
good
hand
higher
,
though
Renly
was
near
as
tall
as
his
brother
had
been
—
was
painful
to
see
.
"
Your
Grace
!
"
Ser
Colen
of
Greenpools
swung
down
off
his
horse
to
approach
the
gallery
.
"
I
beg
your
leave
.
"
He
went
to
one
knee
.
"
I
have
the
honor
to
bring
you
the
Lady
Catelyn
Stark
,
sent
as
envoy
by
her
son
Robb
,
Lord
of
Winterfell
.
"
"
Lord
of
Winterfell
and
King
in
the
North
,
ser
,
"
Catelyn
corrected
him
.
She
dismounted
and
moved
to
Ser
Colen
’
s
side
.
King
Renly
looked
surprised
.
"
Lady
Catelyn
?
We
are
most
pleased
.
"
He
turned
to
his
young
queen
.
"
Margaery
my
sweet
,
this
is
the
Lady
Catelyn
Stark
of
Winterfell
.
"
