Игра престолов

Catelyn

           "Theyawaityourcommand,"LadyLysasaidtoherlordson.

           "Fight!"theboyscreamed,hisarmstremblingastheyclutchedathischair.

           SerVardisswiveled,bringinguphisheavyshield.Bronnturnedtofacehim.Theirswordsrangtogether,once,twice,atesting.Thesellswordbackedoffastep.Theknightcameafter,holdinghisshieldbeforehim.Hetriedaslash,butBronnjerkedback,justoutofreach,andthesilverbladecutonlyair.Bronncircledtohisright.SerVardisturnedtofollow,keepinghisshieldbetweenthem.Theknightpressedforward,placingeachfootcarefullyontheunevenground.Thesellswordgaveway,afaintsmileplayingoverhislips.SerVardisattacked,slashing,butBronnleaptawayfromhim,hoppinglightlyoveralow,moss-coveredstone.Nowthesellswordcircledleft,awayfromtheshield,towardtheknight’sunprotectedside.SerVardistriedahackathislegs,buthedidnothavethereach.Bronndancedfarthertohisleft.SerVardisturnedinplace.

           "Themaniscraven,"LordHunterdeclared."Standandfight,coward!"Othervoicesechoedthesentiment.

           CatelynlookedtoSerRodrik.Hermaster-at-armsgaveacurtshakeofhishead."HewantstomakeSerVardischasehim.Theweightofarmorandshieldwilltireeventhestrongestman."

           Shehadseenmenpracticeattheirswordplayneareverydayofherlife,hadviewedhalfahundredtourneysinhertime,butthiswassomethingdifferentanddeadlier:adancewherethesmallestmisstepmeantdeath.

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