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"
Logs
do
n't
bleed
,
"
Tyrion
said
to
no
one
in
particular
.
He
felt
naked
without
armor
.
He
looked
around
for
a
rock
and
ran
over
to
where
Marillion
was
hiding
.
"
Move
over
.
"
"
Go
away
!
"
the
boy
screamed
back
at
him
.
"
I
'm
a
singer
,
I
want
no
part
of
this
fight
!
"
"
What
,
lost
your
taste
for
adventure
?
"
Tyrion
kicked
at
the
youth
until
he
slid
over
,
and
not
a
moment
too
soon
.
A
heartbeat
later
,
the
riders
were
on
them
.
There
were
no
heralds
,
no
banners
,
no
horns
nor
drums
,
only
the
twang
of
bowstrings
as
Morrec
and
Lharys
let
fly
,
and
suddenly
the
clansmen
came
thundering
out
of
the
dawn
,
lean
dark
men
in
boiled
leather
and
mismatched
armor
,
faces
hidden
behind
barred
halfhelms
.
In
gloved
hands
were
clutched
all
manner
of
weapons
:
longswords
and
lances
and
sharpened
scythes
,
spiked
clubs
and
daggers
and
heavy
iron
mauls
.
At
their
head
rode
a
big
man
in
a
striped
shadowskin
cloak
,
armed
with
a
two-handed
greatsword
.
Ser
Rodrik
shouted
"
Winterfell
!
"
and
rode
to
meet
him
,
with
Bronn
and
Chiggen
beside
him
,
screaming
some
wordless
battle
cry
.
Ser
Willis
Wode
followed
,
swinging
a
spiked
morningstar
around
his
head
.
"
Harrenhal
!
Harrenhal
!
"
he
sang
.
Tyrion
felt
a
sudden
urge
to
leap
up
,
brandish
his
axe
,
and
boom
out
,
"
Casterly
Rock
!
"
but
the
insanity
passed
quickly
and
he
crouched
down
lower
.
He
heard
the
screams
of
frightened
horses
and
the
crash
of
metal
on
metal
.
Chiggen
's
sword
raked
across
the
naked
face
of
a
mailed
rider
,
and
Bronn
plunged
through
the
clansmen
like
a
whirlwind
,
cutting
down
foes
right
and
left
.
Ser
Rodrik
hammered
at
the
big
man
in
the
shadowskin
cloak
,
their
horses
dancing
round
each
other
as
they
traded
blow
for
blow
.
Jyck
vaulted
onto
a
horse
and
galloped
bareback
into
the
fray
.
Tyrion
saw
an
arrow
sprout
from
the
throat
of
the
man
in
the
shadowskin
cloak
.
When
he
opened
his
mouth
to
scream
,
only
blood
came
out
.
By
the
time
he
fell
,
Ser
Rodrik
was
fighting
someone
else
.
Suddenly
Marillion
shrieked
,
covering
his
head
with
his
woodharp
as
a
horse
leapt
over
their
rock
.
Tyrion
scrambled
to
his
feet
as
the
rider
turned
to
come
back
at
them
,
hefting
a
spiked
maul
.
Tyrion
swung
his
axe
with
both
hands
.
The
blade
caught
the
charging
horse
in
the
throat
with
a
meaty
thunk
,
angling
upward
,
and
Tyrion
almost
lost
his
grip
as
the
animal
screamed
and
collapsed
.
He
managed
to
wrench
the
axe
free
and
lurch
clumsily
out
of
the
way
.
Marillion
was
less
fortunate
.
Horse
and
rider
crashed
to
the
ground
in
a
tangle
on
top
of
the
singer
.
Tyrion
danced
back
in
while
the
brigand
's
leg
was
still
pinned
beneath
his
fallen
mount
,
and
buried
the
axe
in
the
man
's
neck
,
just
above
the
shoulder
blades
.
As
he
struggled
to
yank
the
blade
loose
,
he
heard
Marillion
moaning
under
the
bodies
.
"
Someone
help
me
,
"
the
singer
gasped
.
"
Gods
have
mercy
,
I
'm
bleeding
.
"
