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"
For
victory
?
"
"
For
wisdom
.
"
Renly
laughed
.
"
Loras
,
stay
and
help
me
pray
.
It
’
s
been
so
long
I
’
ve
quite
forgotten
how
.
As
to
the
rest
of
you
,
I
want
every
man
in
place
by
first
light
,
armed
,
armored
,
and
horsed
.
We
shall
give
Stannis
a
dawn
he
will
not
soon
forget
.
"
Dusk
was
falling
when
Catelyn
left
the
pavilion
.
Ser
Robar
Royce
fell
in
beside
her
.
She
knew
him
slightly
—
one
of
Bronze
Yohn
’
s
sons
,
comely
in
a
rough
-
hewn
way
,
a
tourney
warrior
of
some
renown
.
Renly
had
gifted
him
with
a
rainbow
cloak
and
a
suit
of
blood
-
red
armor
,
and
named
him
one
of
his
seven
"
You
are
a
long
way
from
the
Vale
,
ser
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
And
you
far
from
Winterfell
,
my
lady
.
"
"
I
know
what
brought
me
here
,
but
why
have
you
come
?
This
is
not
your
battle
,
no
more
than
it
is
mine
.
"
"
I
made
it
my
battle
when
I
made
Renly
my
king
.
"
"
The
Royces
are
bannermen
to
House
Arryn
.
"
"
My
lord
father
owes
Lady
Lysa
fealty
,
as
does
his
heir
.
A
second
son
must
find
glory
where
he
can
.
"
Ser
Robar
shrugged
.
"
A
man
grows
weary
of
tourneys
.
"
