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Tyrion

           Somany,wherearetheycomingfrom?Squintingintothesmokeandglare,Tyrionfollowedthembackoutintotheriver.Twentygalleyswerejammedtogetheroutthere,maybemore,itwashardtocount.Theiroarswerecrossed,theirhullslockedtogetherwithgrapplinglines,theywereimpaledoneachother’srams,tangledinwebsoffallenrigging.Onegreathulkfloatedhull-upbetweentwosmallerships.Wrecks,butpackedsocloselythatitwaspossibletoleapfromonedecktotheotherandsocrosstheBlackwater.

           HundredsofStannisBaratheon’sboldestweredoingjustthat.Tyrionsawonegreatfoolofaknighttryingtorideacross,urgingaterrifiedhorseovergunwalesandoars,acrosstiltingdecksslickwithbloodandcracklingwithgreenfire.Wemadethemabloodybridge,hethoughtindismay.Partsofthebridgeweresinkingandotherpartswereafireandthewholethingwascreakingandshiftingandliketoburstasunderatanymoment,butthatdidnotseemtostopthem."Thosearebravemen,"hetoldSerBaloninadmiration."Let’sgokillthem."

           Heledthemthroughthegutteringfiresandthesootandashoftheriverfront,poundingdownalongstonequaywithhisownmenandSerBalon’sbehindhim.SerMandonfellinwiththem,hisshieldaraggedruin.Smokeandcindersswirledthroughtheair,andthefoebrokebeforetheircharge,throwingthemselvesbackintothewater,knockingoverothermenastheyfoughttoclimbup.

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