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Tyrion

           Painhammeredthroughhiselbowwhenhemovedhisarm.Thebattleseemedtohavemovedbeyondhim.Nooneremainedonhispartofthefieldsavealargenumberofcorpses.Ravenswerealreadycirclingandlandingtofeed.HesawthatSerKevanhadbroughtuphiscenterinsupportofthevan;hishugemassofpikemenhadpushedthenorthernersbackagainstthehills.Theywerestrugglingontheslopes,pikesthrustingagainstanotherwallofshields,theseovalandreinforcedwithironstuds.Ashewatched,theairfilledwitharrowsagain,andthemenbehindtheoakwallcrumbledbeneaththemurderousfire."Ibelieveyouarelosing,ser,"hetoldtheknightunderthehorse.Themanmadenoreply.

           Thesoundofhoovescomingupbehindhimmadehimwhirl,thoughhecouldscarcelylifttheswordheheldfortheagonyinhiselbow.Brormreinedupandlookeddownonhim.

           "Smalluseyouturnedouttobe,"Tyriontoldhim.

           "Itwouldseemyoudidwellenoughonyourown,"Bronnanswered."You’velostthespikeoffyourhelm,though."

           Tyriongropedatthetopofthegreathelm.Thespikehadsnappedoffclean."Ihaven’tlostit.Iknowjustwhereitis.Doyouseemyhorse?"

           Bythetimetheyfoundit,thetrumpetshadsoundedagainandLordTywin’sreservecamesweepingupalongtheriver.Tyrionwatchedhisfatherflypast,thecrimson-and-goldbannerofLannisterripplingoverhisheadashethunderedacrossthefield.Fivehundredknightssurroundedhim,sunlightflashingoffthepointsoftheirlances.

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