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Catelyn

           Throwingasidehisshield,SerVardislurchedafterhim,usingbothhandstoraisehissword.Hisrightarmwasbloodfromelbowtofingersnow,yethislastdesperateblowwouldhaveopenedBronnfromnecktonavel...ifthesellswordhadstoodtoreceiveit.

           ButBronnjerkedback.JonArryn’sbeautifulengravedsilverswordglancedoffthemarbleelbowoftheweepingwomanandsnappedcleanathirdofthewayuptheblade.Bronnputhisshoulderintothestatue’sback.TheweatheredlikenessofAlyssaArryntotteredandfellwithagreatcrash,andSerVardisEgenwentdownbeneathher.

           Bronnwasonhiminaheartbeat,kickingwhatwasleftofhisshatteredrondelasidetoexposetheweakspotbetweenarmandbreastplate.SerVardiswaslyingonhisside,pinnedbeneaththebrokentorsooftheweepingwoman.Catelynheardtheknightgroanasthesellswordliftedhisbladewithbothhandsanddroveitdownandinwithallhisweightbehindit,underthearmandthroughtheribs.SerVardisEgenshudderedandlaystill.

           SilencehungovertheEyrie.Bronnyankedoffhishalfhelmandletitfalltothegrass.Hislipwassmashedandbloodywheretheshieldhadcaughthim,andhiscoal-blackhairwassoakedwithsweat.Hespitoutabrokentooth.

           "Isitover,Mother?"theLordoftheEyrieasked.

           No,Catelynwantedtotellhim,it’sonlynowbeginning.

           "Yes,"Lysasaidglumly,hervoiceascoldanddeadasthecaptainofherguard.

           "CanImakethelittlemanflynow?"

           Acrossthegarden,TyrionLannistergottohisfeet."Notthislittleman,"hesaid

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