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"
Gods
save
us
,
"
Lord
Lefford
swore
.
"
Greatjon
Umber
fired
the
siege
towers
we
were
building
,
and
Lord
Blackwood
found
Ser
Edmure
Tully
in
chains
among
the
other
captives
,
and
made
off
with
them
all
.
Our
south
camp
was
under
the
command
of
Ser
Forley
Prester
.
He
retreated
in
good
order
when
he
saw
that
the
other
camps
were
lost
,
with
two
thousand
spears
and
as
many
bowmen
,
but
the
Tyroshi
sellsword
who
led
his
freeriders
struck
his
banners
and
went
over
to
the
foe
.
"
"
Curse
the
man
.
"
His
uncle
Kevan
sounded
more
angry
than
surprised
.
"
I
warned
Jaime
not
to
trust
that
one
.
A
man
who
fights
for
coin
is
loyal
only
to
his
purse
.
"
Lord
Tywin
wove
his
fingers
together
under
his
chin
.
Only
his
eyes
moved
as
he
listened
.
His
bristling
golden
side-whiskers
framed
a
face
so
still
it
might
have
been
a
mask
,
but
Tyrion
could
see
tiny
beads
of
sweat
dappling
his
father
's
shaven
head
.
"
How
could
it
happen
?
"
Ser
Harys
Swyft
wailed
again
.
"
Ser
Jaime
taken
,
the
siege
broken
...
this
is
a
catastrophe
!
"
Ser
Addam
Marbrand
said
,
"
I
am
sure
we
are
all
grateful
to
you
for
pointing
out
the
obvious
,
Ser
Harys
.
The
question
is
,
what
shall
we
do
about
it
?
"
"
What
can
we
do
?
Jaime
's
host
is
all
slaughtered
or
taken
or
put
to
flight
,
and
the
Starks
and
the
Tullys
sit
squarely
across
our
line
of
supply
.
We
are
cut
off
from
the
west
!
They
can
march
on
Casterly
Rock
if
they
so
choose
,
and
what
's
to
stop
them
?
My
lords
,
we
are
beaten
.
We
must
sue
for
peace
.
"
"
Peace
?
"
Tyrion
swirled
his
wine
thoughtfully
,
took
a
deep
draft
,
and
hurled
his
empty
cup
to
the
floor
,
where
it
shattered
into
a
thousand
pieces
.
"
There
's
your
peace
,
Ser
Harys
.
My
sweet
nephew
broke
it
for
good
and
all
when
he
decided
to
ornament
the
Red
Keep
with
Lord
Eddard
's
head
.
You
'll
have
an
easier
time
drinking
wine
from
that
cup
than
you
will
convincing
Robb
Stark
to
make
peace
now
.
He
's
winning
...
or
had
n't
you
noticed
?
"
"
Two
battles
do
not
make
a
war
,
"
Ser
Addam
insisted
.
"
We
are
far
from
lost
.
I
should
welcome
the
chance
to
try
my
own
steel
against
this
Stark
boy
.
"
