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Only
a
few
instants
passed
before
Robar
Royce
and
Emmon
Cuy
came
bursting
in
,
though
it
felt
like
half
the
night
.
A
pair
of
men
-
at
-
arms
crowded
in
behind
with
torches
.
When
they
saw
Renly
in
Brienne
’
s
arms
,
and
her
drenched
with
the
king
’
s
blood
,
Ser
Robar
gave
a
cry
of
horror
.
"
Wicked
woman
!
"
screamed
Ser
Emmon
,
he
of
the
sun
-
flowered
steel
.
"
Away
from
him
,
you
vile
creature
!
"
"
Gods
be
good
,
Brienne
,
why
?
"
asked
Ser
Robar
.
Brienne
looked
up
from
her
king
’
s
body
.
The
rainbow
cloak
that
hung
from
her
shoulders
had
turned
red
where
the
king
’
s
blood
had
soaked
into
the
cloth
.
"
I
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
"
"
You
’
ll
die
for
this
.
"
Ser
Emmon
snatched
up
a
long
-
handled
battleaxe
from
the
weapons
piled
near
the
door
.
"
You
’
ll
pay
for
the
king
’
s
life
with
your
own
!
"
"
NO
!
"
Catelyn
Stark
screamed
,
finding
her
voice
at
last
,
but
it
was
too
late
,
the
blood
madness
was
on
them
,
and
they
rushed
forward
with
shouts
that
drowned
her
softer
words
.
Brienne
moved
faster
than
Catelyn
would
have
believed
.
Her
own
sword
was
not
to
hand
,
so
she
snatched
Renly
’
s
from
its
scabbard
and
raised
it
to
catch
Emmon
’
s
axe
on
the
downswing
.
A
spark
flashed
blue
-
white
as
steel
met
steel
with
a
rending
crash
,
and
Brienne
sprang
to
her
feet
,
the
body
of
the
dead
king
thrust
rudely
aside
.
Ser
Emmon
stumbled
over
it
as
he
tried
to
close
,
and
Brienne
’
s
blade
sheared
through
the
wooden
haft
to
send
his
axehead
spinning
.
Another
man
thrust
a
flaming
torch
at
her
back
,
but
the
rainbow
cloak
was
too
sodden
with
blood
to
burn
.
Brienne
spun
and
cut
,
and
torch
and
hand
went
flying
.
Flames
crept
across
the
carpet
.
The
maimed
man
began
to
scream
.
Ser
Emmon
dropped
the
axe
and
fumbled
for
his
sword
.
The
second
man
-
at
-
arms
lunged
,
Brienne
parried
,
and
their
swords
danced
and
clanged
against
each
other
.
When
Emmon
Cuy
came
wading
back
in
,
Brienne
was
forced
to
retreat
,
yet
somehow
she
held
them
both
at
bay
.
On
the
ground
,
Renly
’
s
head
rolled
sickeningly
to
one
side
,
and
a
second
mouth
yawned
wide
,
the
blood
coming
from
him
now
in
slow
pulses
.
Ser
Robar
had
hung
back
,
uncertain
,
but
now
he
was
reaching
for
his
hilt
.
"
Robar
,
no
,
listen
.
"
Catelyn
seized
his
arm
.
"
You
do
her
wrong
,
it
was
not
her
.
Help
her
!
Hear
me
,
it
was
Stannis
.
"
The
name
was
on
her
lips
before
she
could
think
how
it
got
there
,
but
as
she
said
it
,
she
knew
that
it
was
true
.
"
I
swear
it
,
you
know
me
,
it
was
Stannis
killed
him
.
"
The
young
rainbow
knight
stared
at
this
madwoman
with
pale
and
frightened
eyes
.
"
Stannis
?
How
?
"
