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Tyrion

           Hislegswerecrampingsobadlyhecouldscarcelystand.Odd,hehadneveroncenoticedthepainduringthebattle.

           "Youneedawomannow,"Bronnsaidwithaglintinhisblackeyes.Heshovedthebootsintohissaddlebag."Nothinglikeawomanafteraman’sbeenblooded,takemyword."

           Chiggenstoppedlootingthecorpsesofthebrigandslongenoughtosnortandlickhislips.

           TyrionglancedovertowhereLadyStarkwasdressingSerRodrik’swounds."I’mwillingifsheis,"hesaid.Thefreeridersbrokeintolaughter,andTyriongrinnedandthought,There’sastart.

           Afterwardhekneltbythestreamandwashedthebloodoffhisfaceinwatercoldasice.Ashelimpedbacktotheothers,heglancedagainattheslain.Thedeadclansmenwerethin,raggedmen,theirhorsesscrawnyandundersized,witheveryribshowing.WhatweaponsBronnandChiggenhadleftthemwerenonetooimpressive.Mauls,clubs,ascythe...HerememberedthebigmanintheshadowskincloakwhohaddueledSerRodrikwithatwo-handedgreatsword,butwhenhefoundhiscorpsesprawledonthestonyground,themanwasnotsobigafterall,thecloakwasgone,andTyrionsawthatthebladewasbadlynotched,itscheapsteelspottedwithrust.Smallwondertheclansmenhadleftninebodiesontheground.

           Theyhadonlythreedead;twoofLordBracken’smen-at-arms,KurleketandMohor,andhisownmanJyck,whohadmadesuchaboldshowwithhisbarebackcharge.Afooltotheend,Tyrionthought.

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