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Squirming
through
a
press
of
knights
,
squires
,
and
rich
townfolk
,
Sansa
reached
the
front
of
the
gallery
just
as
a
blast
of
trumpets
announced
the
entry
of
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
.
He
rode
his
warhorse
down
the
length
of
the
hall
and
dismounted
before
the
Iron
Throne
.
Sansa
had
never
seen
such
armor
;
all
burnished
red
steel
,
inlaid
with
golden
scrollwork
and
ornamentation
.
His
rondels
were
sunbursts
,
the
roaring
lion
that
crowned
his
helm
had
ruby
eyes
,
and
a
lioness
on
each
shoulder
fastened
a
cloth
-
of
-
gold
cloak
so
long
and
heavy
that
it
draped
the
hindquarters
of
his
charger
.
Even
the
horse
’
s
armor
was
gilded
,
and
his
bardings
were
shimmering
crimson
silk
emblazoned
with
the
lion
of
Lannister
.
The
Lord
of
Casterly
Rock
made
such
an
impressive
figure
that
it
was
a
shock
when
his
destrier
dropped
a
load
of
dung
right
at
the
base
of
the
throne
.
Joffrey
had
to
step
gingerly
around
it
as
he
descended
to
embrace
his
grandfather
and
proclaim
him
Savior
of
the
City
.
Sansa
covered
her
mouth
to
hide
a
nervous
smile
.
Joff
made
a
show
of
asking
his
grandfather
to
assume
governance
of
the
realm
,
and
Lord
Tywin
solemnly
accepted
the
responsibility
,
"
until
Your
Grace
does
come
of
age
.
"
Then
squires
removed
his
armor
and
Joff
fastened
the
Hand
’
s
chain
of
office
around
his
neck
.
Lord
Tywin
took
a
seat
at
the
council
table
beside
the
queen
.
After
the
destrier
was
led
off
and
his
homage
removed
,
Cersei
nodded
for
the
ceremonies
to
continue
.
A
fanfare
of
brazen
trumpets
greeted
each
of
the
heroes
as
he
stepped
between
the
great
oaken
doors
.
Heralds
cried
his
name
and
deeds
for
all
to
hear
,
and
the
noble
knights
and
highborn
ladies
cheered
as
lustily
as
cutthroats
at
a
cockfight
.
Pride
of
place
was
given
to
Mace
Tyrell
,
the
Lord
of
Highgarden
,
a
once
-
powerful
man
gone
to
fat
,
yet
still
handsome
.
His
sons
followed
him
in
;
Ser
Loras
and
his
older
brother
Ser
Garlan
the
Gallant
.
The
three
dressed
alike
,
in
green
velvet
trimmed
with
sable
.
The
king
descended
the
throne
once
more
to
greet
them
,
a
great
honor
.
He
fastened
about
the
throat
of
each
a
chain
of
roses
wrought
in
soft
yellow
gold
,
from
which
hung
a
golden
disc
with
the
lion
of
Lannister
picked
out
in
rubies
.
"
The
roses
support
the
lion
,
as
the
might
of
Highgarden
supports
the
realm
,
"
proclaimed
Joffrey
.
"
If
there
is
any
boon
you
would
ask
of
me
,
ask
and
it
shall
be
yours
.
"
And
now
it
comes
,
thought
Sansa
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
said
Ser
Loras
,
"
I
beg
the
honor
of
serving
in
your
Kingsguard
,
to
defend
you
against
your
enemies
.
"
