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"
I
believe
that
's
horse
blood
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
The
singer
's
hand
came
crawling
out
from
beneath
the
dead
animal
,
scrabbling
in
the
dirt
like
a
spider
with
five
legs
.
Tyrion
put
his
heel
on
the
grasping
fingers
and
felt
a
satisfying
crunch
.
"
Close
your
eyes
and
pretend
you
're
dead
,
"
he
advised
the
singer
before
he
hefted
the
axe
and
turned
away
.
After
that
,
things
ran
together
.
The
dawn
was
full
of
shouts
and
screams
and
heavy
with
the
scent
of
blood
,
and
the
world
had
turned
to
chaos
.
Arrows
hissed
past
his
ear
and
clattered
off
the
rocks
.
He
saw
Bronn
unhorsed
,
fighting
with
a
sword
in
each
hand
.
Tyrion
kept
on
the
fringes
of
the
fight
,
sliding
from
rock
to
rock
and
darting
out
of
the
shadows
to
hew
at
the
legs
of
passing
horses
.
He
found
a
wounded
clansman
and
left
him
dead
,
helping
himself
to
the
man
's
halfhelm
.
It
fit
too
snugly
,
but
Tyrion
was
glad
of
any
protection
at
all
.
Jyck
was
cut
down
from
behind
while
he
sliced
at
a
man
in
front
of
him
,
and
later
Tyrion
stumbled
over
Kurleket
's
body
.
The
pig
face
had
been
smashed
in
with
a
mace
,
but
Tyrion
recognized
the
dirk
as
he
plucked
it
from
the
man
's
dead
fingers
.
He
was
sliding
it
through
his
belt
when
he
heard
a
woman
's
scream
.
Catelyn
Stark
was
trapped
against
the
stone
face
of
the
mountain
with
three
men
around
her
,
one
still
mounted
and
the
other
two
on
foot
.
She
had
a
dagger
clutched
awkwardly
in
her
maimed
hands
,
but
her
back
was
to
the
rock
now
and
they
had
penned
her
on
three
sides
.
Let
them
have
the
bitch
,
Tyrion
thought
,
and
welcome
to
her
,
yet
somehow
he
was
moving
.
He
caught
the
first
man
in
the
back
of
the
knee
before
they
even
knew
he
was
there
,
and
the
heavy
axehead
split
flesh
and
bone
like
rotten
wood
.
Logs
that
bleed
,
Tyrion
thought
inanely
as
the
second
man
came
for
him
.
Tyrion
ducked
under
his
sword
,
lashed
out
with
the
axe
,
the
man
reeled
backward
...
and
Catelyn
Stark
stepped
up
behind
him
and
opened
his
throat
.
The
horseman
remembered
an
urgent
engagement
elsewhere
and
galloped
off
suddenly
.
Tyrion
looked
around
.
The
enemy
were
all
vanquished
or
vanished
.
Somehow
the
fighting
had
ended
when
he
was
n't
looking
.
Dying
horses
and
wounded
men
lay
all
around
,
screaming
or
moaning
.
To
his
vast
astonishment
,
he
was
not
one
of
them
.
He
opened
his
fingers
and
let
the
axe
thunk
to
the
ground
.
His
hands
were
sticky
with
blood
.
He
could
have
sworn
they
had
been
fighting
for
half
a
day
,
but
the
sun
seemed
scarcely
to
have
moved
at
all
.
"
Your
first
battle
?
"
Bronn
asked
later
as
he
bent
over
Jyck
's
body
,
pulling
off
his
boots
.
They
were
good
boots
,
as
befit
one
of
Lord
Tywin
's
men
;
heavy
leather
,
oiled
and
supple
,
much
finer
than
what
Bronn
was
wearing
.
Tyrion
nodded
.
"
My
father
will
be
so
proud
,
"
he
said
.
His
legs
were
cramping
so
badly
he
could
scarcely
stand
.
Odd
,
he
had
never
once
noticed
the
pain
during
the
battle
.
"
You
need
a
woman
now
,
"
Bronn
said
with
a
glint
in
his
black
eyes
.
He
shoved
the
boots
into
his
saddlebag
.
"
Nothing
like
a
woman
after
a
man
's
been
blooded
,
take
my
word
.
"
Chiggen
stopped
looting
the
corpses
of
the
brigands
long
enough
to
snort
and
lick
his
lips
.
