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Tyrion

           Asthehornsdiedaway,ahissingfilledtheair;avastflightofarrowsarchedupfromhisright,wherethearchersstoodflankingtheroad.Thenorthernersbrokeintoarun,shoutingastheycame,buttheLannisterarrowsfellonthemlikehail,hundredsofarrows,thousands,andshoutsturnedtoscreamsasmenstumbledandwentdown.Bythenasecondflightwasintheair,andthearcherswerefittingathirdarrowtotheirbowstrings.

           Thetrumpetsblaredagain,da-DAAAda-DAAAda-DAda-DAda-DAAAAAAA.SerGregorwavedhishugeswordandbellowedacommand,andathousandothervoicesscreamedbackathim.Tyrionputhisspurstohishorseandaddedonemorevoicetothecacophony,andthevansurgedforward."Theriver!"heshoutedathisclansmenastheyrode."Remember,hewtotheriver."Hewasstillleadingwhentheybrokeacanter,untilChellagaveabloodcurdlingshriekandgallopedpasthim,andShaggahowledandfollowed.Theclansmenchargedafterthem,leavingTyrionintheirdust.

           Acrescentofenemyspearmenhadformedahead,adoublehedgehogbristlingwithsteel,waitingbehindtalloakenshieldsmarkedwiththesunburstofKarstark.GregorCleganewasthefirsttoreachthem,leadingawedgeofarmoredveterans.Halfthehorsesshiedatthelastsecond,breakingtheirchargebeforetherowofspears.Theothersdied,sharpsteelpointsrippingthroughtheirchests.Tyrionsawadozenmengodown.TheMountain’sstallionreared,lashingoutwithiron-shodhoovesasabarbedspearheadrakedacrosshisneck.

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