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A
storm
of
sudden
laughter
filled
the
High
Hall
of
the
Arryns
.
Lord
Nestor
Royce
snorted
,
Ser
Willis
chuckled
,
Ser
Lyn
Corbray
guffawed
,
and
others
threw
back
their
heads
and
howled
until
tears
ran
down
their
faces
.
Marillion
clumsily
plucked
a
gay
note
on
his
new
woodharp
with
the
fingers
of
his
broken
hand
.
Even
the
wind
seemed
to
whistle
with
derision
as
it
came
skirling
through
the
Moon
Door
.
Lysa
Arryn
's
watery
blue
eyes
looked
uncertain
.
He
had
caught
her
off
balance
.
"
You
have
that
right
,
to
be
sure
.
"
The
young
knight
with
the
green
viper
embroidered
on
his
surcoat
stepped
forward
and
went
to
one
knee
.
"
My
lady
,
I
beg
the
boon
of
championing
your
cause
.
"
"
The
honor
should
be
mine
,
"
old
Lord
Hunter
said
.
"
For
the
love
I
bore
your
lord
husband
,
let
me
avenge
his
death
.
"
"
My
father
served
Lord
Jon
faithfully
as
High
Steward
of
the
Vale
,
"
Ser
Albar
Royce
boomed
.
"
Let
me
serve
his
son
in
this
.
"
"
The
gods
favor
the
man
with
the
just
cause
,
"
said
Ser
Lyn
Corbray
,
"
yet
often
that
turns
out
to
be
the
man
with
the
surest
sword
.
We
all
know
who
that
is
.
"
He
smiled
modestly
.
A
dozen
other
men
all
spoke
at
once
,
clamoring
to
be
heard
.
Tyrion
found
it
disheartening
to
realize
so
many
strangers
were
eager
to
kill
him
.
Perhaps
this
had
not
been
such
a
clever
plan
after
all
.
Lady
Lysa
raised
a
hand
for
silence
.
"
I
thank
you
,
my
lords
,
as
I
know
my
son
would
thank
you
if
he
were
among
us
.
No
men
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
are
as
bold
and
true
as
the
knights
of
the
Vale
.
Would
that
I
could
grant
you
all
this
honor
.
Yet
I
can
choose
only
one
.
"
She
gestured
.
"
Ser
Vardis
Egen
,
you
were
ever
my
lord
husband
's
good
right
hand
.
You
shall
be
our
champion
.
"
Ser
Vardis
had
been
singularly
silent
.
"
My
lady
,
"
he
said
gravely
,
sinking
to
one
knee
,
"
pray
give
this
burden
to
another
,
I
have
no
taste
for
it
.
The
man
is
no
warrior
.
Look
at
him
.
A
dwarf
,
half
my
size
and
lame
in
the
legs
.
It
would
be
shameful
to
slaughter
such
a
man
and
call
it
justice
.
"
