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Eddard

           TheMountain’sstallionbrokeinahardgallop,plungingforwardwildly,whilethemarechargedassmoothasaflowofsilk.SerGregorwrenchedhisshieldintoposition,juggledwithhislance,andallthewhilefoughttoholdhisunrulymountonastraightline,andsuddenlyLorasTyrellwasonhim,placingthepointofhislancejustthere,andinaneyeblinktheMountainwasfailing.Hewassohugethathetookhishorsedownwithhiminatangleofsteelandflesh.

           Nedheardapplause,cheers,whistles,shockedgasps,excitedmuttering,andoveritalltherasping,raucouslaughteroftheHound.TheKnightofFlowersreinedupattheendofthelists.Hislancewasnotevenbroken.Hissapphireswinkedinthesunasheraisedhisvisor,smiling.Thecommonswentmadforhim.

           Inthemiddleofthefield,SerGregorCleganedisentangledhimselfandcameboilingtohisfeet.Hewrenchedoffhishelmandslammeditdownontotheground.Hisfacewasdarkwithfuryandhishairfelldownintohiseyes."Mysword,"heshoutedtohissquire,andtheboyranitouttohim.Bythenhisstallionwasbackonitsfeetaswell.

           GregorCleganekilledthehorsewithasingleblowofsuchferocitythatithalfseveredtheanimal’sneck.Cheersturnedtoshrieksinaheartbeat.Thestallionwenttoitsknees,screamingasitdied.BythenGregorwasstridingdowntheliststowardSerLorasTyrell,hisbloodyswordclutchedinhisfist."Stophim!"Nedshouted,buthiswordswerelostintheroar.Everyoneelsewasyellingaswell,andSansawascrying.

           Itallhappenedsofast.

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