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Catelyn

           Bronnwassolightlyarmoredhelookedalmostnakedbesidetheknight.Heworeonlyashirtofblackoiledringmailoverboiledleather,aroundsteelhalfhelmwithanoseguard,andamailcoif.Highleatherbootswithsteelshinguardsgavesomeprotectiontohislegs,anddiscsofblackironweresewnintothefingersofhisgloves.YetCatelynnotedthatthesellswordstoodhalfahandtallerthanhisfoe,withalongerreach...andBronnwasfifteenyearsyounger,ifshewasanyjudge.

           Theykneltinthegrassbeneaththeweepingwoman,facingeachother,withLannisterbetweenthem.Theseptonremovedafacetedcrystalspherefromthesoftclothbagathiswaist.Heliftedithighabovehishead,andthelightshattered.RainbowsdancedacrosstheImp’sface.Inahigh,solemn,singsongvoice,theseptonaskedthegodstolookdownandbearwitness,tofindthetruthinthisman’ssoul,togranthimlifeandfreedomifhewasinnocent,deathifhewasguilty.Hisvoiceechoedoffthesurroundingtowers.

           Whenthelastechohaddiedaway,theseptonloweredhiscrystalandmadeahastydeparture.TyrionleanedoverandwhisperedsomethinginBronn’searbeforetheguardsmenledhimaway.Thesellswordroselaughingandbrushedabladeofgrassfromhisknee.

           RobertArryn,LordoftheEyrieandDefenderoftheVale,wasfidgetingimpatientlyinhiselevatedchair."Whenaretheygoingtofight?"heaskedplaintively.

           SerVardiswashelpedbacktohisfeetbyoneofhissquires.

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