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"
You
are
mistaken
,
Maester
,
"
Catelyn
said
.
"
It
was
Casterly
Rock
,
not
Dragonstone
,
and
those
arrangements
were
made
after
the
Hand
's
death
,
without
my
sister
's
consent
.
"
The
maester
's
head
jerked
so
vigorously
at
the
end
of
his
absurdly
long
neck
that
he
looked
half
a
puppet
himself
.
"
No
,
begging
your
forgiveness
,
my
lady
,
but
it
was
Lord
Jon
who
--
"
A
bell
tolled
loudly
below
them
.
High
lords
and
serving
girls
alike
broke
off
what
they
were
doing
and
moved
to
the
balustrade
.
Below
,
two
guardsmen
in
sky-blue
cloaks
led
forth
Tyrion
Lannister
.
The
Eyrie
's
plump
septon
escorted
him
to
the
statue
in
the
center
of
the
garden
,
a
weeping
woman
carved
in
veined
white
marble
,
no
doubt
meant
to
be
Alyssa
.
"
The
bad
little
man
,
"
Lord
Robert
said
,
giggling
.
"
Mother
,
can
I
make
him
fly
?
I
want
to
see
him
fly
.
"
"
Later
,
my
sweet
baby
,
"
Lysa
promised
him
.
"
Trial
first
,
"
drawled
Ser
Lyn
Corbray
,
"
then
execution
.
"
A
moment
later
the
two
champions
appeared
from
opposite
sides
of
the
garden
.
The
knight
was
attended
by
two
young
squires
,
the
sellsword
by
the
Eyrie
's
master-at-arms
.
Ser
Vardis
Egen
was
steel
from
head
to
heel
,
encased
in
heavy
plate
armor
over
mail
and
padded
surcoat
.
Large
circular
rondels
,
enameled
cream-and-blue
in
the
moon-and-falcon
sigil
of
House
Arryn
,
protected
the
vulnerable
juncture
of
arm
and
breast
.
A
skirt
of
lobstered
metal
covered
him
from
waist
to
midthigh
,
while
a
solid
gorget
encircled
his
throat
.
Falcon
's
wings
sprouted
from
the
temples
of
his
helm
,
and
his
visor
was
a
pointed
metal
beak
with
a
narrow
slit
for
vision
.
Bronn
was
so
lightly
armored
he
looked
almost
naked
beside
the
knight
.
He
wore
only
a
shirt
of
black
oiled
ringmail
over
boiled
leather
,
a
round
steel
halfhelm
with
a
noseguard
,
and
a
mail
coif
.
High
leather
boots
with
steel
shinguards
gave
some
protection
to
his
legs
,
and
discs
of
black
iron
were
sewn
into
the
fingers
of
his
gloves
.
Yet
Catelyn
noted
that
the
sellsword
stood
half
a
hand
taller
than
his
foe
,
with
a
longer
reach
...
and
Bronn
was
fifteen
years
younger
,
if
she
was
any
judge
.
