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Sansa
said
,
"
I
knew
the
Hound
would
win
.
"
Littlefinger
overheard
.
"
If
you
know
who
's
going
to
win
the
second
match
,
speak
up
now
before
Lord
Renly
plucks
me
clean
,
"
he
called
to
her
.
Ned
smiled
.
"
A
pity
the
Imp
is
not
here
with
us
,
"
Lord
Renly
said
.
"
I
should
have
won
twice
as
much
.
"
Jaime
Lannister
was
back
on
his
feet
,
but
his
ornate
lion
helmet
had
been
twisted
around
and
dented
in
his
fall
,
and
now
he
could
not
get
it
off
.
The
commons
were
hooting
and
pointing
,
the
lords
and
ladies
were
trying
to
stifle
their
chuckles
,
and
failing
,
and
over
it
all
Ned
could
hear
King
Robert
laughing
,
louder
than
anyone
.
Finally
they
had
to
lead
the
Lion
of
Lannister
off
to
a
blacksmith
,
blind
and
stumbling
.
By
then
Ser
Gregor
Clegane
was
in
position
at
the
head
of
the
lists
.
He
was
huge
,
the
biggest
man
that
Eddard
Stark
had
ever
seen
.
Robert
Baratheon
and
his
brothers
were
all
big
men
,
as
was
the
Hound
,
and
back
at
Winterfell
there
was
a
simpleminded
stableboy
named
Hodor
who
dwarfed
them
all
,
but
the
knight
they
called
the
Mountain
That
Rides
would
have
towered
over
Hodor
.
He
was
well
over
seven
feet
tall
,
closer
to
eight
,
with
massive
shoulders
and
arms
thick
as
the
trunks
of
small
trees
.
His
destrier
seemed
a
pony
in
between
his
armored
legs
,
and
the
lance
he
carried
looked
as
small
as
a
broom
handle
.
Unlike
his
brother
,
Ser
Gregor
did
not
live
at
court
.
He
was
a
solitary
man
who
seldom
left
his
own
lands
,
but
for
wars
and
tourneys
.
He
had
been
with
Lord
Tywin
when
King
's
Landing
fell
,
a
new-made
knight
of
seventeen
years
,
even
then
distinguished
by
his
size
and
his
implacable
ferocity
.
Some
said
it
had
been
Gregor
who
'd
dashed
the
skull
of
the
infant
prince
Aegon
Targaryen
against
a
wall
,
and
whispered
that
afterward
he
had
raped
the
mother
,
the
Dornish
princess
Elia
,
before
putting
her
to
the
sword
.
These
things
were
not
said
in
Gregor
's
hearing
.
Ned
Stark
could
not
recall
ever
speaking
to
the
man
,
though
Gregor
had
ridden
with
them
during
Balon
Greyjoy
's
rebellion
,
one
knight
among
thousands
.
He
watched
him
with
disquiet
.
Ned
seldom
put
much
stock
in
gossip
,
but
the
things
said
of
Ser
Gregor
were
more
than
ominous
.
He
was
soon
to
be
married
for
the
third
time
,
and
one
heard
dark
whisperings
about
the
deaths
of
his
first
two
wives
.
It
was
said
that
his
keep
was
a
grim
place
where
servants
disappeared
unaccountably
and
even
the
dogs
were
afraid
to
enter
the
hall
.
And
there
had
been
a
sister
who
had
died
young
under
queer
circumstances
,
and
the
fire
that
had
disfigured
his
brother
,
and
the
hunting
accident
that
had
killed
their
father
.
Gregor
had
inherited
the
keep
,
the
gold
,
and
the
family
estates
.
His
younger
brother
Sandor
had
left
the
same
day
to
take
service
with
the
Lannisters
as
a
sworn
sword
,
and
it
was
said
that
he
had
never
returned
,
not
even
to
visit
.
When
the
Knight
of
Flowers
made
his
entrance
,
a
murmur
ran
through
the
crowd
,
and
he
heard
Sansa
's
fervent
whisper
,
"
Oh
,
he
's
so
beautiful
.
"
Ser
Loras
Tyrell
was
slender
as
a
reed
,
dressed
in
a
suit
of
fabulous
silver
armor
polished
to
a
blinding
sheen
and
filigreed
with
twining
black
vines
and
tiny
blue
forget-me-nots
.
The
commons
realized
in
the
same
instant
as
Ned
that
the
blue
of
the
flowers
came
from
sapphires
;
a
gasp
went
up
from
a
thousand
throats
.
Across
the
boy
's
shoulders
his
cloak
hung
heavy
.
It
was
woven
of
forget-me-nots
,
real
ones
,
hundreds
of
fresh
blooms
sewn
to
a
heavy
woolen
cape
.
