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Tyrion
did
not
recall
dismounting
.
Ser
Mandon
was
helping
the
shaken
king
off
his
horse
when
Cersei
,
Tommen
,
and
Lancel
rode
through
the
gates
with
Ser
Meryn
and
Ser
Boros
close
behind
.
Boros
had
blood
smeared
along
his
blade
,
while
Meryn
’
s
white
cloak
had
been
torn
from
his
back
.
Ser
Balon
Swann
rode
in
helmetless
,
his
mount
lathered
and
bleeding
at
the
mouth
.
Horas
Redwyne
brought
in
Lady
Tanda
,
half
crazed
with
fear
for
her
daughter
Lollys
,
who
had
been
knocked
from
the
saddle
and
left
behind
.
Lord
Gyles
,
more
grey
of
face
than
ever
,
stammered
out
a
tale
of
seeing
the
High
Septon
spilled
from
his
litter
,
screeching
prayers
as
the
crowd
swept
over
him
.
Jalabhar
Xho
said
he
thought
he
’
d
seen
Ser
Preston
Greenfield
of
the
Kingsguard
riding
back
toward
the
High
Septon
’
s
overturned
litter
,
but
he
was
not
certain
.
Tyrion
was
dimly
aware
of
a
maester
asking
if
he
was
injured
.
He
pushed
his
way
across
the
yard
to
where
his
nephew
stood
,
his
dung
-
encrusted
crown
askew
.
"
Traitors
,
"
Joffrey
was
babbling
excitedly
,
"
I
’
ll
have
all
their
heads
,
I
’
ll
—
"
The
dwarf
slapped
his
flushed
face
so
hard
the
crown
flew
from
Joffrey
’
s
head
.
Then
he
shoved
him
with
both
hands
and
knocked
him
sprawling
.
"
You
blind
bloody
fool
.
"
"
They
were
traitors
,
"
Joffrey
squealed
from
the
ground
.
"
They
called
me
names
and
attacked
me
!
"
"
You
set
your
dog
on
them
!
What
did
you
imagine
they
would
do
,
bend
the
knee
meekly
while
the
Hound
lopped
off
some
limbs
?
You
spoiled
witless
little
boy
,
you
’
ve
killed
Clegane
and
gods
know
how
many
more
,
and
yet
you
come
through
unscratched
.
Damn
you
!
"
And
he
kicked
him
.
It
felt
so
good
he
might
have
done
more
,
but
Ser
Mandon
Moore
pulled
him
off
as
Joffrey
howled
,
and
then
Bronn
was
there
to
take
him
in
hand
.
Cersei
knelt
over
her
son
,
while
Ser
Balon
Swann
restrained
Ser
Lancel
.
Tyrion
wrenched
free
of
Bronn
’
s
grip
.
"
How
many
are
still
out
there
?
"
he
shouted
to
no
one
and
everyone
.
"
My
daughter
,
"
cried
Lady
Tanda
.
"
Please
,
someone
must
go
back
for
Lollys
.
.
.
"
"
Ser
Preston
is
not
returned
,
"
Ser
Boros
Blount
reported
,
"
nor
Aron
Santagar
.
"
"
Nor
Wet
Nurse
,
"
said
Ser
Horas
Redwyne
.
That
was
the
mocking
name
the
other
squires
had
hung
on
young
Tyrek
Lannister
.
Tyrion
glanced
round
the
yard
.
"
Where
’
s
the
Stark
girl
?
"
