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By
the
time
they
found
it
,
the
trumpets
had
sounded
again
and
Lord
Tywin
's
reserve
came
sweeping
up
along
the
river
.
Tyrion
watched
his
father
fly
past
,
the
crimson-and-gold
banner
of
Lannister
rippling
over
his
head
as
he
thundered
across
the
field
.
Five
hundred
knights
surrounded
him
,
sunlight
flashing
off
the
points
of
their
lances
.
The
remnants
of
the
Stark
lines
shattered
like
glass
beneath
the
hammer
of
their
charge
.
With
his
elbow
swollen
and
throbbing
inside
his
armor
,
Tyrion
made
no
attempt
to
join
the
slaughter
.
He
and
Bronn
went
looking
for
his
men
.
Many
he
found
among
the
dead
.
Ulf
son
of
Umar
lay
in
a
pool
of
congealing
blood
,
his
arm
gone
at
the
elbow
,
a
dozen
of
his
Moon
Brothers
sprawled
around
him
.
Shagga
was
slumped
beneath
a
tree
,
riddled
with
arrows
,
Conn
's
head
in
his
lap
.
Tyrion
thought
they
were
both
dead
,
but
as
he
dismounted
,
Shagga
opened
his
eyes
and
said
,
"
They
have
killed
Conn
son
of
Coratt
.
"
Handsome
Conn
had
no
mark
but
for
the
red
stain
over
his
breast
,
where
the
spear
thrust
had
killed
him
.
When
Bronn
pulled
Shagga
to
his
feet
,
the
big
man
seemed
to
notice
the
arrows
for
the
first
time
.
He
plucked
them
out
one
by
one
,
cursing
the
holes
they
had
made
in
his
layers
of
mail
and
leather
,
and
yowling
like
a
babe
at
the
few
that
had
buried
themselves
in
his
flesh
.
Chella
daughter
of
Cheyk
rode
up
as
they
were
yanking
arrows
out
of
Shagga
,
and
showed
them
four
ears
she
had
taken
.
Timett
they
discovered
looting
the
bodies
of
the
slain
with
his
Burned
Men
.
Of
the
three
hundred
clansmen
who
had
ridden
to
battle
behind
Tyrion
Lannister
,
perhaps
half
had
survived
.
He
left
the
living
to
look
after
the
dead
,
sent
Bronn
to
take
charge
of
his
captive
knight
,
and
went
alone
in
search
of
his
father
.
Lord
Tywin
was
seated
by
the
river
,
sipping
wine
from
a
jeweled
cup
as
his
squire
undid
the
fastenings
on
his
breastplate
.
"
A
fine
victory
,
"
Ser
Kevan
said
when
he
saw
Tyrion
.
"
Your
wild
men
fought
well
.
"
His
father
's
eyes
were
on
him
,
pale
green
flecked
with
gold
,
so
cool
they
gave
Tyrion
a
chill
.
"
Did
that
surprise
you
,
Father
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Did
it
upset
your
plans
?
We
were
supposed
to
be
butchered
,
were
we
not
?
"
Lord
Tywin
drained
his
cup
,
his
face
expressionless
.
"
I
put
the
least
disciplined
men
on
the
left
,
yes
.
I
anticipated
that
they
would
break
.
Robb
Stark
is
a
green
boy
,
more
like
to
be
brave
than
wise
.
I
'd
hoped
that
if
he
saw
our
left
collapse
,
he
might
plunge
into
the
gap
,
eager
for
a
rout
.
Once
he
was
fully
committed
,
Ser
Kevan
's
pikes
would
wheel
and
take
him
in
the
flank
,
driving
him
into
the
river
while
I
brought
up
the
reserve
.
"
"
And
you
thought
it
best
to
place
me
in
the
midst
of
this
carnage
,
yet
keep
me
ignorant
of
your
plans
.
"
"
A
feigned
rout
is
less
convincing
,
"
his
father
said
,
"
and
I
am
not
inclined
to
trust
my
plans
to
a
man
who
consorts
with
sellswords
and
savages
.
"
"
A
pity
my
savages
ruined
your
dance
.
"
Tyrion
pulled
off
his
steel
gauntlet
and
let
it
fall
to
the
ground
,
wincing
at
the
pain
that
stabbed
up
his
arm
.
