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Did
he
think
to
take
them
unawares
while
they
slept
?
Small
chance
of
that
;
whatever
else
might
be
said
of
him
,
Tywin
Lannister
was
no
man
's
fool
.
The
van
was
massing
on
the
left
.
He
saw
the
standard
first
,
three
black
dogs
on
a
yellow
field
.
Ser
Gregor
sat
beneath
it
,
mounted
on
the
biggest
horse
Tyrion
had
ever
seen
.
Bronn
took
one
look
at
him
and
grinned
.
"
Always
follow
a
big
man
into
battle
.
"
Tyrion
threw
him
a
hard
look
.
"
And
why
is
that
?
"
"
They
make
such
splendid
targets
.
That
one
,
he
'll
draw
the
eyes
of
every
bowman
on
the
field
.
"
Laughing
,
Tyrion
regarded
the
Mountain
with
fresh
eyes
.
"
I
confess
,
I
had
not
considered
it
in
that
light
.
"
Clegane
had
no
splendor
about
him
;
his
armor
was
steel
plate
,
dull
grey
,
scarred
by
hard
use
and
showing
neither
sigil
nor
ornament
.
He
was
pointing
men
into
position
with
his
blade
,
a
two-handed
greatsword
that
Ser
Gregor
waved
about
with
one
hand
as
a
lesser
man
might
wave
a
dagger
.
"
Any
man
runs
,
I
'll
cut
him
down
myself
,
"
he
was
roaring
when
he
caught
sight
of
Tyrion
.
"
Imp
!
Take
the
left
.
Hold
the
river
.
If
you
can
.
"
The
left
of
the
left
.
To
turn
their
flank
,
the
Starks
would
need
horses
that
could
run
on
water
.
Tyrion
led
his
men
toward
the
riverbank
.
"
Look
,
"
he
shouted
,
pointing
with
his
axe
.
"
The
river
.
"
A
blanket
of
pale
mist
still
clung
to
the
surface
of
the
water
,
the
murky
green
current
swirling
past
underneath
.
The
shallows
were
muddy
and
choked
with
reeds
.
"
That
river
is
ours
.
Whatever
happens
,
keep
close
to
the
water
.
Never
lose
sight
of
it
.
Let
no
enemy
come
between
us
and
our
river
.
If
they
dirty
our
waters
,
hack
off
their
cocks
and
feed
them
to
the
fishes
.
"
Shagga
had
an
axe
in
either
hand
.
He
smashed
them
together
and
made
them
ring
.
"
Halfman
!
"
he
shouted
.
Other
Stone
Crows
picked
up
the
cry
,
and
the
Black
Ears
and
Moon
Brothers
as
well
.
The
Burned
Men
did
not
shout
,
but
they
rattled
their
swords
and
spears
.
"
Halfman
!
Halfman
!
Halfman
!
"
Tyrion
turned
his
courser
in
a
circle
to
look
over
the
field
.
The
ground
was
rolling
and
uneven
here
;
soft
and
muddy
near
the
river
,
rising
in
a
gentle
slope
toward
the
kingsroad
,
stony
and
broken
beyond
it
,
to
the
cast
.
A
few
trees
spotted
the
hillsides
,
but
most
of
the
land
had
been
cleared
and
planted
.
His
heart
pounded
in
his
chest
in
time
to
the
drums
,
and
under
his
layers
of
leather
and
steel
his
brow
was
cold
with
sweat
.
He
watched
Ser
Gregor
as
the
Mountain
rode
up
and
down
the
line
,
shouting
and
gesticulating
.
This
wing
too
was
all
cavalry
,
but
where
the
right
was
a
mailed
fist
of
knights
and
heavy
lancers
,
the
vanguard
was
made
up
of
the
sweepings
of
the
west
:
mounted
archers
in
leather
jerkins
,
a
swarming
mass
of
undisciplined
freeriders
and
sellswords
,
fieldhands
on
plow
horses
armed
with
scythes
and
their
fathers
'
rusted
swords
,
half-trained
boys
from
the
stews
of
Lannisport
...
and
Tyrion
and
his
mountain
clansmen
.
