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Jon
shrugged
.
"
Girls
get
the
arms
but
not
the
swords
.
Bastards
get
the
swords
but
not
the
arms
.
I
did
not
make
the
rules
,
little
sister
.
"
There
was
a
shout
from
the
courtyard
below
.
Prince
Tommen
was
rolling
in
the
dust
,
trying
to
get
up
and
failing
.
All
the
padding
made
him
look
like
a
turtle
on
its
back
.
Bran
was
standing
over
him
with
upraised
wooden
sword
,
ready
to
whack
him
again
once
he
regained
his
feet
.
The
men
began
to
laugh
.
"
Enough
!
"
Ser
Rodrik
called
out
.
He
gave
the
prince
a
hand
and
yanked
him
back
to
his
feet
.
"
Well
fought
.
Lew
,
Donnis
,
help
them
out
of
their
armor
.
"
He
looked
around
.
"
Prince
Joffrey
,
Robb
,
will
you
go
another
round
?
"
Robb
,
already
sweaty
from
a
previous
bout
,
moved
forward
eagerly
.
"
Gladly
.
"
Joffrey
moved
into
the
sunlight
in
response
to
Rodrik
's
summons
.
His
hair
shone
like
spun
gold
.
He
looked
bored
.
"
This
is
a
game
for
children
,
Ser
Rodrik
.
"
Theon
Greyjoy
gave
a
sudden
bark
of
laughter
.
"
You
are
children
,
"
he
said
derisively
.
"
Robb
may
be
a
child
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
I
am
a
prince
.
And
I
grow
tired
of
swatting
at
Starks
with
a
play
sword
.
"
"
You
got
more
swats
than
you
gave
,
Joff
,
"
Robb
said
.
"
Are
you
afraid
?
"
Prince
Joffrey
looked
at
him
.
"
Oh
,
terrified
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
're
so
much
older
.
"
Some
of
the
Lannister
men
laughed
.
