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"
Even
Lannisters
are
not
so
blind
stupid
as
that
,
"
Ser
Marq
Piper
snapped
.
He
was
a
swaggering
bantam
rooster
of
a
youth
,
too
young
and
too
hot-blooded
for
Ned
's
taste
,
though
a
fast
friend
of
Catelyn
's
brother
,
Edmure
Tully
.
"
Every
man
among
them
was
mounted
and
mailed
,
my
lord
,
"
Ser
Karyl
answered
calmly
.
"
They
were
armed
with
steel-tipped
lances
and
longswords
,
with
battle-axes
for
the
butchering
.
"
He
gestured
toward
one
of
the
ragged
survivors
.
"
You
.
Yes
,
you
,
no
one
's
going
to
hurt
you
.
Tell
the
Hand
what
you
told
me
.
"
The
old
man
bobbed
his
head
.
"
Concerning
their
horses
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
were
warhorses
they
rode
.
Many
a
year
I
worked
in
old
Ser
Willum
's
stables
,
so
I
knows
the
difference
.
Not
a
one
of
these
ever
pulled
a
plow
,
gods
bear
witness
if
I
'm
wrong
.
"
"
Well-mounted
brigands
,
"
observed
Littlefinger
.
"
Perhaps
they
stole
the
horses
from
the
last
place
they
raided
.
"
"
How
many
men
were
there
in
this
raiding
party
?
"
Ned
asked
.
"
A
hundred
,
at
the
least
,
"
Joss
answered
,
in
the
same
instant
as
the
bandaged
smith
said
,
"
Fifty
,
"
and
the
grandmother
behind
him
,
"
Hunnerds
and
hunnerds
,
m
'
lord
,
an
army
they
was
.
"
"
You
are
more
right
than
you
know
,
goodwoman
,
"
Lord
Eddard
told
her
.
"
You
say
they
flew
no
banners
.
What
of
the
armor
they
wore
?
Did
any
of
you
note
ornaments
or
decorations
,
devices
on
shield
or
helm
?
"
The
brewer
,
Joss
,
shook
his
head
.
"
It
grieves
me
,
m
'
lord
,
but
no
,
the
armor
they
showed
us
was
plain
,
only
...
the
one
who
led
them
,
he
was
armored
like
the
rest
,
but
there
was
no
mistaking
him
all
the
same
.
It
was
the
size
of
him
,
m
'
lord
.
Those
as
say
the
giants
are
all
dead
never
saw
this
one
,
I
swear
.
Big
as
an
ox
he
was
,
and
a
voice
like
stone
breaking
.
"
"
The
Mountain
!
"
Ser
Marq
said
loudly
.
"
Can
any
man
doubt
it
?
This
was
Gregor
Clegane
's
work
.
"
