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The
Hound
laughed
.
"
She
has
you
there
.
"
Joffrey
was
beaten
.
"
Very
well
.
Even
my
brother
couldn
’
t
tilt
any
worse
than
these
others
.
Master
,
bring
out
the
quintain
,
Tommen
wants
to
be
a
gnat
.
"
Tommen
gave
a
shout
of
joy
and
ran
off
to
be
readied
,
his
chubby
little
legs
pumping
hard
.
"
Luck
,
"
Sansa
called
to
him
.
They
set
up
the
quintain
at
the
far
end
of
the
lists
while
the
prince
’
s
pony
was
being
saddled
.
Tommen
’
s
opponent
was
a
child
-
sized
leather
warrior
stuffed
with
straw
and
mounted
on
a
pivot
,
with
a
shield
in
one
hand
and
a
padded
mace
in
the
other
.
Someone
had
fastened
a
pair
of
antlers
to
the
knight
’
s
head
.
Joffrey
’
s
father
King
Robert
had
worn
antlers
on
his
helm
,
Sansa
remembered
.
.
.
but
so
did
his
uncle
Lord
Renly
,
Robert
’
s
brother
,
who
had
turned
traitor
and
crowned
himself
king
.
A
pair
of
squires
buckled
the
prince
into
his
ornate
silver
-
and
-
crimson
armor
.
A
tall
plume
of
red
feathers
sprouted
from
the
crest
of
his
helm
,
and
the
lion
of
Lannister
and
crowned
stag
of
Baratheon
frolicked
together
on
his
shield
.
The
squires
helped
him
mount
,
and
Ser
Aron
Santagar
,
the
Red
Keep
’
s
master
-
at
-
arms
,
stepped
forward
and
handed
Tommen
a
blunted
silver
longsword
with
a
leaf
-
shaped
blade
,
crafted
to
fit
an
eight
-
year
-
old
hand
.
Tommen
raised
the
blade
high
.
"
Casterly
Rock
!
"
he
shouted
in
a
high
boyish
voice
as
he
put
his
heels
into
his
pony
and
started
across
the
hard
-
packed
dirt
at
the
quintain
.
Lady
Tanda
and
Lord
Gyles
started
a
ragged
cheer
,
and
Sansa
added
her
voice
to
theirs
.
The
king
brooded
in
silence
.
Tommen
got
his
pony
up
to
a
brisk
trot
,
waved
his
sword
vigorously
,
and
struck
the
knight
’
s
shield
a
solid
blow
as
he
went
by
.
The
quintain
spun
,
the
padded
mace
flying
around
to
give
the
prince
a
mighty
whack
in
the
back
of
his
head
.
Tommen
spilled
from
the
saddle
,
his
new
armor
rattling
like
a
bag
of
old
pots
as
he
hit
the
ground
.
His
sword
went
flying
,
his
pony
cantered
away
across
the
bailey
,
and
a
great
gale
of
derision
went
up
.
King
Joffrey
laughed
longest
and
loudest
of
all
.
"
Oh
,
"
Princess
Myrcella
cried
.
She
scrambled
out
of
the
box
and
ran
to
her
little
brother
.
Sansa
found
herself
possessed
of
a
queer
giddy
courage
.
"
You
should
go
with
her
,
"
she
told
the
king
.
"
Your
brother
might
be
hurt
.
"
