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Tyrion

           Serknight,Iyieldtoyou.Mypledge,here,here."Themanlayinapuddleofblackwater,offeringupalobsteredgauntletintokenofsubmission.Tyrionhadtoleandowntotakeitfromhim.Ashedid,apotofwildfireburstoverhead,sprayinggreenflame.Inthesuddenstaboflighthesawthatthepuddlewasnotblackbutred.Thegauntletstillhadtheknight’shandinit.Heflungitback."Yield,"themansobbedhopelessly,helplessly.Tyrionreeledaway.

           Aman-at-armsgrabbedthebridleofhishorseandthrustatTyrion’sfacewithadagger.Heknockedthebladeasideandburiedtheaxeinthenapeoftheman’sneck.Ashewaswrestingitfree,ablazeofwhiteappearedattheedgeofhisvision.Tyrionturned,thinkingtofindSerMandonMoorebesidehimagain,butthiswasadifferentwhiteknight.SerBalonSwannworethesamearmor,buthishorsetrappingsborethebattlingblack-and-whiteswansofhisHouse.He’smoreaspottedknightthanawhiteone,Tyrionthoughtinanely.EverybitofSerBalonwasspatteredwithgoreandsmudgedbysmoke.Heraisedhismacetopointdownriver.Bitsofbrainandboneclungtoitshead."Mylord,look."

           TyrionswunghishorseabouttopeerdowntheBlackwater.Thecurrentstillflowedblackandstrongbeneath,butthesurfacewasaroilofbloodandflame.Theskywasredandorangeandgarishgreen."What?"hesaid.Thenhesaw.

           Steel-cladmen-at-armswereclamberingoffabrokengalleythathadsmashedintoapier.

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