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Tyrion

           "They’velandedmenonthetourneygrounds,hundreds!They’rebringingaramuptotheKing’sGate."

           Tyrioncursedandmadeforthestepswitharollingwaddle.PodrickPaynewaitedbelowwiththeirhorses.TheygallopedoffdownRiverRow,PodandSerMandonMoorecominghardbehindhim.Theshutteredhousesweresteepedingreenshadow,buttherewasnotraffictogetintheirway;Tyrionhadcommandedthatthestreetbekeptclear,sothedefenderscouldmovequicklyfromonegatetothenext.Evenso,bythetimetheyreachedtheKing’sGate,hecouldhearaboomingcrashofwoodonwoodthattoldhimthebatteringramhadbeenbroughtintoplay.Thegroaningofthegreathingessoundedlikethemoansofadyinggiant.Thegatehousesquarewaslitteredwiththewounded,buthesawlinesofhorsesaswell,notallofthemhurt,andsellswordsandgoldcloaksenoughtoformastrongcolumn."Formup,"heshoutedasheleapttotheground.Thegatemovedundertheimpactofanotherblow."Whocommandshere?You’regoingout."

           "No."Ashadowdetacheditselffromtheshadowofthewall,tobecomeatallmanindarkgreyarmor.SandorCleganewrenchedoffhishelmwithbothhandsandletitfalltotheground.Thesteelwasscorchedanddented,theleftearofthesnarlinghoundshearedoff.AgashaboveoneeyehadsentawashofblooddownacrosstheHound’soldburnscars,maskinghalfhisface.

           "Yes."Tyrionfacedhim.

           Clegane’sbreathcameragged.

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