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Tyrion

           Herolledontohissideandtriedtofindhisfeet,butpainshudderedthroughhimandtheworldthrobbed.Theknightwhohadfelledhimdrewupabovehim."TyriontheImp,"heboomeddown."Youaremine.Doyouyield,Lannister?"

           Yes,Tyrionthought,butthewordcaughtinhisthroat.Hemadeacroakingsoundandfoughthiswaytohisknees,fumblingforaweapon.Hissword,hisdirk,anything...

           "Doyouyield?"Theknightloomedoverheadonhisarmoredwarhorse.Manandhorsebothseemedimmense.Thespikedballswunginalazycircle.Tyrion’shandswerenumb,hisvisionblurred,hisscabbardempty."Yieldordie,"theknightdeclared,hisflailwhirlingfasterandfaster.

           Tyrionlurchedtohisfeet,drivinghisheadintothehorse’sbelly.Theanimalgaveahideousscreamandreared.Ittriedtotwistawayfromtheagony,ashowerofbloodandviscerapoureddownoverTyrion’sface,andthehorsefelllikeanavalanche.Thenextheknew,hisvisorwaspackedwithmudandsomethingwascrushinghisfoot.Hewriggledfree,histhroatsotighthecouldscarcetalk."...yield..."hemanagedtocroakfaintly.

           "Yes,"avoicemoaned,thickwithpain.

           Tyrionscrapedthemudoffhishelmsohecouldseeagain.Thehorsehadfallenawayfromhim,ontoitsrider.Theknight’slegwastrapped,thearmhe’dusedtobreakhisfalltwistedatagrotesqueangle."Yield,"herepeated.Fumblingathisbeltwithhisgoodhand,hedrewaswordandflungitatTyrion’sfeet."Iyield,mylord."

           Dazed,thedwarfkneltandliftedtheblade.

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