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"
Small
honor
and
twenty
thousand
golds
.
"
Lord
Renly
smiled
.
That
afternoon
a
boy
named
Anguy
,
an
unheralded
commoner
from
the
Dornish
Marches
,
won
the
archery
competition
,
outshooting
Ser
Balon
Swann
and
Jalabhar
Xho
at
a
hundred
paces
after
all
the
other
bowmen
had
been
eliminated
at
the
shorter
distances
.
Ned
sent
Alyn
to
seek
him
out
and
offer
him
a
position
with
the
Hand
's
guard
,
but
the
boy
was
flush
with
wine
and
victory
and
riches
undreamed
of
,
and
he
refused
.
The
melee
went
on
for
three
hours
.
Near
forty
men
took
part
,
freeriders
and
hedge
knights
and
new-made
squires
in
search
of
a
reputation
.
They
fought
with
blunted
weapons
in
a
chaos
of
mud
and
blood
,
small
troops
fighting
together
and
then
turning
on
each
other
as
alliances
formed
and
fractured
,
until
only
one
man
was
left
standing
.
The
victor
was
the
red
priest
,
Thoros
of
Myr
,
a
madman
who
shaved
his
head
and
fought
with
a
flaming
sword
.
He
had
won
melees
before
;
the
fire
sword
frightened
the
mounts
of
the
other
riders
,
and
nothing
frightened
Thoros
.
The
final
tally
was
three
broken
limbs
,
a
shattered
collarbone
,
a
dozen
smashed
fingers
,
two
horses
that
had
to
be
put
down
,
and
more
cuts
,
sprains
,
and
bruises
than
anyone
cared
to
count
.
Ned
was
desperately
pleased
that
Robert
had
not
taken
part
.
That
night
at
the
feast
,
Eddard
Stark
was
more
hopeful
than
he
had
been
in
a
great
while
.
Robert
was
in
high
good
humor
,
the
Lannisters
were
nowhere
to
be
seen
,
and
even
his
daughters
were
behaving
.
Jory
brought
Arya
down
to
join
them
,
and
Sansa
spoke
to
her
sister
pleasantly
.
"
The
tournament
was
magnificent
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
You
should
have
come
.
How
was
your
dancing
?
"
"
I
'm
sore
all
over
,
"
Arya
reported
happily
,
proudly
displaying
a
huge
purple
bruise
on
her
leg
.
"
You
must
be
a
terrible
dancer
,
"
Sansa
said
doubtfully
.
Later
,
while
Sansa
was
off
listening
to
a
troupe
of
singers
perform
the
complex
round
of
interwoven
ballads
called
the
"
Dance
of
the
Dragons
,
"
Ned
inspected
the
bruise
himself
.
"
I
hope
Forel
is
not
being
too
hard
on
you
,
"
he
said
.
Arya
stood
on
one
leg
.
She
was
getting
much
better
at
that
of
late
.
"
Syrio
says
that
every
hurt
is
a
lesson
,
and
every
lesson
makes
you
better
.
"
