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Tyrion

           Thinfingersofsmokerosefromhundredsofcookfires,mailedmensatundertreesandhonedtheirblades,andfamiliarbannersflutteredfromstaffsthrustintothemuddyground.

           Apartyofmountedhorsemenrodeforwardtochallengethemastheyapproachedthestakes.Theknightwholedthemworesilverarmorinlaidwithamethystsandastripedpurple-and-silvercloak.Hisshieldboreaunicornsigil,andaspiralhorntwofeetlongjuttedupfromthebrowofhishorseheadhelm.Tyrionreineduptogreethim."SerFlement."

           SerFlementBraxliftedhisvisor."Tyrion,"hesaidinastonishment."Mylord,weallfearedyoudead,or..."Helookedattheclansmenuncertainly."These...companionsofyours..."

           "Bosomfriendsandloyalretainers,"Tyrionsaid."WherewillIfindmylordfather?"

           "Hehastakentheinnatthecrossroadsforhisquarters."

           Tyrionlaughed.Theinnatthecrossroads!Perhapsthegodswerejustafterall."Iwillseehimatonce."

           "Asyousay,mylord."SerFlementwheeledhishorseaboutandshoutedcommands.Threerowsofstakeswerepulledfromthegroundtomakeaholeintheline.Tyrionledhispartythrough.

           LordTywin’scampspreadoverleagues.Chella’sestimateoftwentythousandmencouldnotbefarwrong.Thecommonmencampedoutintheopen,buttheknightshadthrownuptents,andsomeofthehighlordshaderectedpavilionsaslargeashouses.TyrionspiedtheredoxofthePresters,LordCrakehall’sbrindledboar,theburningtreeofMarbrand,thebadgerofLydden.

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