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Catelyn

           Theotherbroughthimatriangularshieldalmostfourfeettall,heavyoakdottedwithironstuds.Theystrappedittohisleftforearm.WhenLysa’smaster-at-armsofferedBronnasimilarshield,thesellswordspatandwaveditaway.Threedaysgrowthofcoarseblackbeardcoveredhisjawandcheeks,butifhedidnotshaveitwasnotforwantofarazor;theedgeofhisswordhadthedangerousglimmerofsteelthathadbeenhonedeverydayforhours,untilitwastoosharptotouch.

           SerVardisheldoutagauntletedhand,andhissquireplacedahandsomedouble-edgedlongswordinhisgrasp.Thebladewasengravedwithadelicatesilvertraceryofamountainsky;itspommelwasafalcon’shead,itscrossguardfashionedintotheshapeofwings."IhadthatswordcraftedforJoninKing’sLanding,"LysatoldherguestsproudlyastheywatchedSerVardistryapracticecut."HeworeitwheneverhesattheIronThroneinKingRobert’splace.Isn’titalovelything?IthoughtitonlyfittingthatourchampionavengeJonwithhisownblade."

           Theengravedsilverbladewasbeautifulbeyondadoubt,butitseemedtoCatelynthatSerVardismighthavebeenmorecomfortablewithhisownsword.Yetshesaidnothing;shewaswearyoffutileargumentswithhersister.

           "Makethemfight!"LordRobertcalledout.

           SerVardisfacedtheLordoftheEyrieandliftedhisswordinsalute."FortheEyrieandtheVale!"

           TyrionLannisterhadbeenseatedonabalconyacrossthegarden,flankedbyhisguards.ItwastohimthatBronnturnedwithacursorysalute.

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