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"
Ser
Vardis
is
hurt
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
,
his
voice
grave
.
Catelyn
did
not
need
to
be
told
;
she
had
eyes
,
she
could
see
the
bright
finger
of
blood
running
along
the
knight
's
forearm
,
the
wetness
inside
the
elbow
joint
.
Every
parry
was
a
little
slower
and
a
little
lower
than
the
one
before
.
Ser
Vardis
turned
his
side
to
his
foe
,
trying
to
use
his
shield
to
block
instead
,
but
Bronn
slid
around
him
,
quick
as
a
cat
.
The
sellsword
seemed
to
be
getting
stronger
.
His
cuts
were
leaving
their
marks
now
.
Deep
shiny
gashes
gleamed
all
over
the
knight
's
armor
,
on
his
right
thigh
,
his
beaked
visor
,
crossing
on
his
breastplate
,
a
long
one
along
the
front
of
his
gorget
.
The
moon-and-falcon
rondel
over
Ser
Vardis
's
right
arm
was
sheared
clean
in
half
,
hanging
by
its
strap
.
They
could
hear
his
labored
breath
,
rattling
through
the
air
holes
in
his
visor
.
Blind
with
arrogance
as
they
were
,
even
the
knights
and
lords
of
the
Vale
could
see
what
was
happening
below
them
,
yet
her
sister
could
not
.
"
Enough
,
Ser
Vardis
!
"
Lady
Lysa
called
down
.
"
Finish
him
now
,
my
baby
is
growing
tired
.
"
And
it
must
be
said
of
Ser
Vardis
Egen
that
he
was
true
to
his
lady
's
command
,
even
to
the
last
.
One
moment
he
was
reeling
backward
,
half-crouched
behind
his
scarred
shield
;
the
next
he
charged
.
The
sudden
bull
rush
caught
Bronn
off
balance
.
Ser
Vardis
crashed
into
him
and
slammed
the
lip
of
his
shield
into
the
sellsword
's
face
.
Almost
,
almost
,
Bronn
lost
his
feet
...
he
staggered
back
,
tripped
over
a
rock
,
and
caught
hold
of
the
weeping
woman
to
keep
his
balance
.
Throwing
aside
his
shield
,
Ser
Vardis
lurched
after
him
,
using
both
hands
to
raise
his
sword
.
His
right
arm
was
blood
from
elbow
to
fingers
now
,
yet
his
last
desperate
blow
would
have
opened
Bronn
from
neck
to
navel
...
if
the
sellsword
had
stood
to
receive
it
.
But
Bronn
jerked
back
.
Jon
Arryn
's
beautiful
engraved
silver
sword
glanced
off
the
marble
elbow
of
the
weeping
woman
and
snapped
clean
a
third
of
the
way
up
the
blade
.
Bronn
put
his
shoulder
into
the
statue
's
back
.
The
weathered
likeness
of
Alyssa
Arryn
tottered
and
fell
with
a
great
crash
,
and
Ser
Vardis
Egen
went
down
beneath
her
.
Bronn
was
on
him
in
a
heartbeat
,
kicking
what
was
left
of
his
shattered
rondel
aside
to
expose
the
weak
spot
between
arm
and
breastplate
.
Ser
Vardis
was
lying
on
his
side
,
pinned
beneath
the
broken
torso
of
the
weeping
woman
.
Catelyn
heard
the
knight
groan
as
the
sellsword
lifted
his
blade
with
both
hands
and
drove
it
down
and
in
with
all
his
weight
behind
it
,
under
the
arm
and
through
the
ribs
.
Ser
Vardis
Egen
shuddered
and
lay
still
.
Silence
hung
over
the
Eyrie
.
Bronn
yanked
off
his
halfhelm
and
let
it
fall
to
the
grass
.
His
lip
was
smashed
and
bloody
where
the
shield
had
caught
him
,
and
his
coal-black
hair
was
soaked
with
sweat
.
He
spit
out
a
broken
tooth
.
"
Is
it
over
,
Mother
?
"
the
Lord
of
the
Eyrie
asked
.
No
,
Catelyn
wanted
to
tell
him
,
it
's
only
now
beginning
.
