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Tyrion

           "Howwillyouknow?You’llbedead."

           "I’llknow."

           "Ibelieveyouwould."Shaeloweredthegreathelmdownoverhishead,andPodfastenedittohisgorget.Tyrionbuckledonhisbelt,heavywiththeweightofshortswordanddirk.Bythenhisgroomhadbroughtuphismount,aformidablebrowncourserarmoredasheavilyashewas.Heneededhelptomount;hefeltasthoughheweighedathousandstone.Podhandedhimuphisshield,amassiveslabofheavyironwoodbandedwithsteel.Lastlytheygavehimhisbattle-axe.Shaesteppedbackandlookedhimover."M’lordlooksfearsome."

           "M’lordlooksadwarfinmismatchedarmor,"Tyrionansweredsourly,"butIthankyouforthekindness.Podrick,shouldthebattlegoagainstus,seetheladysafelyhome."Hesalutedherwithhisaxe,wheeledhishorseabout,andtrottedoff.Hisstomachwasahardknot,sotightitpainedhim.Behind,hisservantshurriedlybegantostrikehistent.Palecrimsonfingersfannedouttotheeastasthefirstraysofthesunbrokeoverthehorizon.Thewesternskywasadeeppurple,speckledwithstars.Tyrionwonderedwhetherthiswasthelastsunrisehewouldeversee...andwhetherwonderingwasamarkofcowardice.DidhisbrotherJaimeevercontemplatedeathbeforeabattle?

           Awarhornsoundedinthefardistance,adeepmournfulnotethatchilledthesoul.Theclansmenclimbedontotheirscrawnymountainhorses,shoutingcursesandrudejokes.Severalappearedtobedrunk.TherisingsunwasburningoffthedriftingtendrilsoffogasTyrionledthemoff.

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