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Tyrion

           Horseandridercrashedtothegroundinatangleontopofthesinger.Tyriondancedbackinwhilethebrigand’slegwasstillpinnedbeneathhisfallenmount,andburiedtheaxeintheman’sneck,justabovetheshoulderblades.

           Ashestruggledtoyankthebladeloose,heheardMarillionmoaningunderthebodies."Someonehelpme,"thesingergasped."Godshavemercy,I’mbleeding."

           "Ibelievethat’shorseblood,"Tyrionsaid.Thesinger’shandcamecrawlingoutfrombeneaththedeadanimal,scrabblinginthedirtlikeaspiderwithfivelegs.Tyrionputhisheelonthegraspingfingersandfeltasatisfyingcrunch."Closeyoureyesandpretendyou’redead,"headvisedthesingerbeforeheheftedtheaxeandturnedaway.

           Afterthat,thingsrantogether.Thedawnwasfullofshoutsandscreamsandheavywiththescentofblood,andtheworldhadturnedtochaos.Arrowshissedpasthisearandclatteredofftherocks.HesawBronnunhorsed,fightingwithaswordineachhand.Tyrionkeptonthefringesofthefight,slidingfromrocktorockanddartingoutoftheshadowstohewatthelegsofpassinghorses.Hefoundawoundedclansmanandlefthimdead,helpinghimselftotheman’shalfhelm.Itfittoosnugly,butTyrionwasgladofanyprotectionatall.Jyckwascutdownfrombehindwhileheslicedatamaninfrontofhim,andlaterTyrionstumbledoverKurleket’sbody.Thepigfacehadbeensmashedinwithamace,butTyrionrecognizedthedirkashepluckeditfromtheman’sdeadfingers.

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