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She
did
not
know
what
was
more
satisfying
:
the
sound
of
a
dozen
swords
drawn
as
one
or
the
look
on
Tyrion
Lannister
's
face
.
Sansa
rode
to
the
Hand
's
tourney
with
Septa
Mordane
and
Jeyne
Poole
,
in
a
litter
with
curtains
of
yellow
silk
so
fine
she
could
see
right
through
them
.
They
turned
the
whole
world
gold
.
Beyond
the
city
walls
,
a
hundred
pavilions
had
been
raised
beside
the
river
,
and
the
common
folk
came
out
in
the
thousands
to
watch
the
games
.
The
splendor
of
it
all
took
Sansa
's
breath
away
;
the
shining
armor
,
the
great
chargers
caparisoned
in
silver
and
gold
,
the
shouts
of
the
crowd
,
the
banners
snapping
in
the
wind
...
and
the
knights
themselves
,
the
knights
most
of
all
.
"
It
is
better
than
the
songs
,
"
she
whispered
when
they
found
the
places
that
her
father
had
promised
her
,
among
the
high
lords
and
ladies
.
Sansa
was
dressed
beautifully
that
day
,
in
a
green
gown
that
brought
out
the
auburn
of
her
hair
,
and
she
knew
they
were
looking
at
her
and
smiling
.
They
watched
the
heroes
of
a
hundred
songs
ride
forth
,
each
more
fabulous
than
the
last
.
The
seven
knights
of
the
Kingsguard
took
the
field
,
all
but
Jaime
Lannister
in
scaled
armor
the
color
of
milk
,
their
cloaks
as
white
as
freshfallen
snow
.
Ser
Jaime
wore
the
white
cloak
as
well
,
but
beneath
it
he
was
shining
gold
from
head
to
foot
,
with
a
lion
's
-
head
helm
and
a
golden
sword
.
Ser
Gregor
Clegane
,
the
Mountain
That
Rides
,
thundered
past
them
like
an
avalanche
.
Sansa
remembered
Lord
Yohn
Royce
,
who
had
guested
at
Winterfell
two
years
before
.
"
His
armor
is
bronze
,
thousands
and
thousands
of
years
old
,
engraved
with
magic
runes
that
ward
him
against
harm
,
"
she
whispered
to
Jeyne
.
Septa
Mordane
pointed
out
Lord
Jason
Mallister
,
in
indigo
chased
with
silver
,
the
wings
of
an
eagle
on
his
helm
.
He
had
cut
down
three
of
Rhaegar
's
bannermen
on
the
Trident
.
The
girls
giggled
over
the
warrior
priest
Thoros
of
Myr
,
with
his
flapping
red
robes
and
shaven
head
,
until
the
septa
told
them
that
he
had
once
scaled
the
walls
of
Pyke
with
a
flaming
sword
in
hand
.
Other
riders
Sansa
did
not
know
;
hedge
knights
from
the
Fingers
and
Highgarden
and
the
mountains
of
Dorne
,
unsung
freeriders
and
new-made
squires
,
the
younger
sons
of
high
lords
and
the
heirs
of
lesser
houses
.
Younger
men
,
most
had
done
no
great
deeds
as
yet
,
but
Sansa
and
Jeyne
agreed
that
one
day
the
Seven
Kingdoms
would
resound
to
the
sound
of
their
names
.
Ser
Balon
Swann
.
Lord
Bryce
Caron
of
the
Marches
.
Bronze
Yohn
's
heir
,
Ser
Andar
Royce
,
and
his
younger
brother
Ser
Robar
,
their
silvered
steel
plate
filigreed
in
bronze
with
the
same
ancient
runes
that
warded
their
father
.
The
twins
Ser
Horas
and
Ser
Hobber
,
whose
shields
displayed
the
grape
cluster
sigil
of
the
Redwynes
,
burgundy
on
blue
.
Patrek
Mallister
,
Lord
Jason
's
son
.
Six
Freys
of
the
Crossing
:
Ser
Jared
,
Ser
Hosteen
,
Ser
Danwell
,
Ser
Emmon
,
Ser
Theo
,
Ser
Perwyn
,
sons
and
grandsons
of
old
Lord
Walder
Frey
,
and
his
bastard
son
Martyn
Rivers
as
well
.
Jeyne
Poole
confessed
herself
frightened
by
the
look
of
Jalabhar
Xho
,
an
exile
prince
from
the
Summer
Isles
who
wore
a
cape
of
green
and
scarlet
feathers
over
skin
as
dark
as
night
,
but
when
she
saw
young
Lord
Beric
Dondarrion
,
with
his
hair
like
red
gold
and
his
black
shield
slashed
by
lightning
,
she
pronounced
herself
willing
to
marry
him
on
the
instant
.
The
Hound
entered
the
lists
as
well
,
and
so
too
the
king
's
brother
,
handsome
Lord
Renly
of
Storm
's
End
.
Jory
,
Alyn
,
and
Harwin
rode
for
Winterfell
and
the
north
.
"
Jory
looks
a
beggar
among
these
others
,
"
Septa
Mordane
sniffed
when
he
appeared
.
Sansa
could
only
agree
.
Jory
's
armor
was
blue-grey
plate
without
device
or
ornament
,
and
a
thin
grey
cloak
hung
from
his
shoulders
like
a
soiled
rag
.
Yet
he
acquitted
himself
well
,
unhorsing
Horas
Redwyne
in
his
first
joust
and
one
of
the
Freys
in
his
second
.
In
his
third
match
,
he
rode
three
passes
at
a
freerider
named
Lothor
Brune
whose
armor
was
as
drab
as
his
own
.
Neither
man
lost
his
seat
,
but
Brune
's
lance
was
steadier
and
his
blows
better
placed
,
and
the
king
gave
him
the
victory
.
Alyn
and
Harwin
fared
less
well
;
Harwin
was
unhorsed
in
his
first
tilt
by
Ser
Meryn
of
the
Kingsguard
,
while
Alyn
fell
to
Ser
Balon
Swann
.
The
jousting
went
all
day
and
into
the
dusk
,
the
hooves
of
the
great
warhorses
pounding
down
the
lists
until
the
field
was
a
ragged
wasteland
of
torn
earth
.
A
dozen
times
Jeyne
and
Sansa
cried
out
in
unison
as
riders
crashed
together
,
lances
exploding
into
splinters
while
the
commons
screamed
for
their
favorites
.
Jeyne
covered
her
eyes
whenever
a
man
fell
,
like
a
frightened
little
girl
,
but
Sansa
was
made
of
sterner
stuff
.
A
great
lady
knew
how
to
behave
at
tournaments
.
Even
Septa
Mordane
noted
her
composure
and
nodded
in
approval
.
