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He
had
been
the
champion
in
her
father
’
s
tourney
,
Sansa
remembered
.
"
Will
you
joust
today
,
my
lord
?
"
she
asked
him
.
Clegane
’
s
voice
was
thick
with
contempt
.
"
Wouldn
’
t
be
worth
the
bother
of
arming
myself
.
This
is
a
tournament
of
gnats
.
"
The
king
laughed
.
"
My
dog
has
a
fierce
bark
.
Perhaps
I
should
command
him
to
fight
the
day
’
s
champion
.
To
the
death
.
"
Joffrey
was
fond
of
making
men
fight
to
the
death
.
"
You
’
d
be
one
knight
the
poorer
.
"
The
Hound
had
never
taken
a
knight
’
s
vows
.
His
brother
was
a
knight
,
and
he
hated
his
brother
.
A
blare
of
trumpets
sounded
.
The
king
settled
back
in
his
seat
and
took
Sansa
’
s
hand
.
Once
that
would
have
set
her
heart
to
pounding
,
but
that
was
before
he
had
answered
her
plea
for
mercy
by
presenting
her
with
her
father
’
s
head
.
His
touch
filled
her
with
revulsion
now
,
but
she
knew
better
than
to
show
it
.
She
made
herself
sit
very
still
.
"
Ser
Meryn
Trant
of
the
Kingsguard
,
"
a
herald
called
.
Ser
Meryn
entered
from
the
west
side
of
the
yard
,
clad
in
gleaming
white
plate
chased
with
gold
and
mounted
on
a
milk
-
white
charger
with
a
flowing
grey
mane
.
His
cloak
streamed
behind
him
like
a
field
of
snow
.
He
carried
a
twelve
-
foot
lance
.
"
Ser
Hobber
of
House
Redwyne
,
of
the
Arbor
,
"
the
herald
sang
.
Ser
Hobber
trotted
in
from
the
east
,
riding
a
black
stallion
caparisoned
in
burgundy
and
blue
.
His
lance
was
striped
in
the
same
colors
,
and
his
shield
bore
the
grape
cluster
sigil
of
his
House
.
The
Redwyne
twins
were
the
queen
’
s
unwilling
guests
,
even
as
Sansa
was
.
She
wondered
whose
notion
it
had
been
for
them
to
ride
in
Joffrey
’
s
tourney
.
Not
their
own
,
she
thought
.
At
a
signal
from
the
master
of
revels
,
the
combatants
couched
their
lances
and
put
their
spurs
to
their
mounts
.
There
were
shouts
from
the
watching
guardsmen
and
the
lords
and
ladies
in
the
gallery
.
The
knights
came
together
in
the
center
of
the
yard
with
a
great
shock
of
wood
and
steel
.
The
white
lance
and
the
striped
one
exploded
in
splinters
within
a
second
of
each
other
.
Hobber
Redwyne
reeled
at
the
impact
,
yet
somehow
managed
to
keep
his
seat
.
Wheeling
their
horses
about
at
the
far
end
of
the
lists
,
the
knights
tossed
down
their
broken
lances
and
accepted
replacements
from
the
squires
.
Ser
Horas
Redwyne
,
Ser
Hobber
’
s
twin
,
shouted
encouragement
to
his
brother
.
