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Sandor
Clegane
was
the
first
rider
to
appear
.
He
wore
an
olive
-
green
cloak
over
his
soot-grey
armor
.
That
,
and
his
hound
's
-
head
helm
,
were
his
only
concession
to
ornament
.
"
A
hundred
golden
dragons
on
the
Kingslayer
,
"
Littlefinger
announced
loudly
as
Jaime
Lannister
entered
the
lists
,
riding
an
elegant
blood
bay
destrier
.
The
horse
wore
a
blanket
of
gilded
ringmail
,
and
Jaime
glittered
from
head
to
heel
.
Even
his
lance
was
fashioned
from
the
golden
wood
of
the
Summer
Isles
.
"
Done
,
"
Lord
Renly
shouted
back
.
"
The
Hound
has
a
hungry
look
about
him
this
morning
.
"
"
Even
hungry
dogs
know
better
than
to
bite
the
hand
that
feeds
them
,
"
Littlefinger
called
dryly
.
Sandor
Clegane
dropped
his
visor
with
an
audible
clang
and
took
up
his
position
.
Ser
Jaime
tossed
a
kiss
to
some
woman
in
the
commons
,
gently
lowered
his
visor
,
and
rode
to
the
end
of
the
lists
.
Both
men
couched
their
lances
.
Ned
Stark
would
have
loved
nothing
so
well
as
to
see
them
both
lose
,
but
Sansa
was
watching
it
all
moist-eyed
and
eager
.
The
hastily
erected
gallery
trembled
as
the
horses
broke
into
a
gallop
.
The
Hound
leaned
forward
as
he
rode
,
his
lance
rock
steady
,
but
Jaime
shifted
his
seat
deftly
in
the
instant
before
impact
.
Clegane
's
point
was
turned
harmlessly
against
the
golden
shield
with
the
lion
blazon
,
while
his
own
hit
square
.
Wood
shattered
,
and
the
Hound
reeled
,
fighting
to
keep
his
seat
.
Sansa
gasped
.
A
ragged
cheer
went
up
from
the
commons
.
"
I
wonder
how
I
ought
spend
your
money
,
"
Littlefinger
called
down
to
Lord
Renly
.
The
Hound
just
managed
to
stay
in
his
saddle
.
He
jerked
his
mount
around
hard
and
rode
back
to
the
lists
for
the
second
pass
.
Jaime
Lannister
tossed
down
his
broken
lance
and
snatched
up
a
fresh
one
,
jesting
with
his
squire
.
The
Hound
spurred
forward
at
a
hard
gallop
.
Lannister
rode
to
meet
him
.
This
time
,
when
Jaime
shifted
his
seat
,
Sandor
Clegane
shifted
with
him
.
Both
lances
exploded
,
and
by
the
time
the
splinters
had
settled
,
a
riderless
blood
bay
was
trotting
off
in
search
of
grass
while
Ser
Jaime
Lannister
rolled
in
the
dirt
,
golden
and
dented
.
