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Catelyn

           "SerVardisishurt,"SerRodriksaid,hisvoicegrave.

           Catelyndidnotneedtobetold;shehadeyes,shecouldseethebrightfingerofbloodrunningalongtheknight’sforearm,thewetnessinsidetheelbowjoint.Everyparrywasalittleslowerandalittlelowerthantheonebefore.SerVardisturnedhissidetohisfoe,tryingtousehisshieldtoblockinstead,butBronnslidaroundhim,quickasacat.Thesellswordseemedtobegettingstronger.Hiscutswereleavingtheirmarksnow.Deepshinygashesgleamedallovertheknight’sarmor,onhisrightthigh,hisbeakedvisor,crossingonhisbreastplate,alongonealongthefrontofhisgorget.Themoon-and-falconrondeloverSerVardis’srightarmwasshearedcleaninhalf,hangingbyitsstrap.Theycouldhearhislaboredbreath,rattlingthroughtheairholesinhisvisor.

           Blindwitharroganceastheywere,eventheknightsandlordsoftheValecouldseewhatwashappeningbelowthem,yethersistercouldnot."Enough,SerVardis!"LadyLysacalleddown."Finishhimnow,mybabyisgrowingtired."

           AnditmustbesaidofSerVardisEgenthathewastruetohislady’scommand,eventothelast.Onemomenthewasreelingbackward,half-crouchedbehindhisscarredshield;thenexthecharged.ThesuddenbullrushcaughtBronnoffbalance.SerVardiscrashedintohimandslammedthelipofhisshieldintothesellsword’sface.Almost,almost,Bronnlosthisfeet...hestaggeredback,trippedoverarock,andcaughtholdoftheweepingwomantokeephisbalance.

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