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Jon
looked
down
on
the
scene
with
a
frown
.
"
Joffrey
is
truly
a
little
shit
,
"
he
told
Arya
.
Ser
Rodrik
tugged
thoughtfully
at
his
white
whiskers
.
"
What
are
you
suggesting
?
"
he
asked
the
prince
.
"
Live
steel
.
"
"
Done
,
"
Robb
shot
back
.
"
You
'll
be
sorry
!
"
The
master-at-arms
put
a
hand
on
Robb
's
shoulder
to
quiet
him
.
"
Live
steel
is
too
dangerous
.
I
will
permit
you
tourney
swords
,
with
blunted
edges
.
"
Joffrey
said
nothing
,
but
a
man
strange
to
Arya
,
a
tall
knight
with
black
hair
and
burn
scars
on
his
face
,
pushed
forward
in
front
of
the
prince
.
"
This
is
your
prince
.
Who
are
you
to
tell
him
he
may
not
have
an
edge
on
his
sword
,
ser
?
"
"
Master-at-arms
of
Winterfell
,
Clegane
,
and
you
would
do
well
not
to
forget
it
.
"
"
Are
you
training
women
here
?
"
the
burned
man
wanted
to
know
.
He
was
muscled
like
a
bull
.
"
I
am
training
knights
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
pointedly
.
"
They
will
have
steel
when
they
are
ready
.
When
they
are
of
an
age
.
"
The
burned
man
looked
at
Robb
.
"
How
old
are
you
,
boy
?
"
