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Catelyn

           SomeofthelordsonLysa’sterraceweremakingwryjestsastheyrefilledtheirwinecups,butacrossthegarden,TyrionLannister’smismatchedeyeswatchedthechampionsdanceasiftherewerenothingelseintheworld.

           Bronncameoutfrombehindthestatuehardandfast,stillmovingleft,aimingatwo-handedcutattheknight’sunshieldedrightside.SerVardisblocked,butclumsily,andthesellsword’sbladeflashedupwardathishead.Metalrang,andafalcon’swingcollapsedwithacrunch.SerVardistookahalfstepbacktobracehimself,raisedhisshield.OakchipsflewasBronn’sswordhackedatthewoodenwall.Thesellswordsteppedleftagain,awayfromtheshield,andcaughtSerVardisacrossthestomach,therazoredgeofhisbladeleavingabrightgashwhenitbitintotheknight’splate.

           SerVardisdroveforwardoffhisbackfoot,hisownsilverbladedescendinginasavagearc.Bronnslammeditasideanddancedaway.Theknightcrashedintotheweepingwoman,rockingheronherplinth.Staggered,hesteppedbackward,hisheadturningthiswayandthatashesearchedforhisfoe.Theslitvisorofhishelmnarrowedhisvision.

           "Behindyou,ser!"LordHuntershouted,toolate.Bronnbroughthissworddownwithbothhands,catchingSerVardisintheelbowofhisswordarm.Thethinlobsteredmetalthatprotectedthejointcrunched.Theknightgrunted,turning,wrenchinghisweaponup.ThistimeBronnstoodhisground.Theswordsflewateachother,andtheirsteelsongfilledthegardenandrangoffthewhitetowersoftheEyrie.

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