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Catelyn

           HecouldnothavehadmorethantwoyearsonRobb.Theboymighthavebeenascomelyashissister,butthebrokenlip,unfocusedeyes,andbloodtricklingthroughhismattedhairmadeithardtobecertain.

           "Approach,"KingRenlycalledtothechampion.

           Helimpedtowardthegallery.Atclosehand,thebrilliantbluearmorlookedratherlesssplendid;everywhereitshowedscars,thedentsofmaceandwarhammer,thelonggougesleftbyswords,chipsintheenameledbreastplateandhelm.Hiscloakhunginrags.Fromthewayhemoved,themanwithinwasnolessbattered.Afewvoiceshailedhimwithcriesof"Tarth!"and,oddly,"ABeauty!ABeauty!"butmostweresilent.Theblueknightkneltbeforetheking."Grace,"hesaid,hisvoicemuffledbyhisdentedgreathelm.

           "Youareallyourlordfatherclaimedyouwere."Renly’svoicecarriedoverthefield."I’veseenSerLorasunhorsedonceortwice...butneverquiteinthatfashion."

           "Thatwerenoproperunhorsing,"complainedadrunkenarchernearby,aTyrellrosesewnonhisjerkin."Aviletrick,pullingtheladdown."

           Thepresshadbeguntoopenup."SerColen,"Catelynsaidtoherescort,"whoisthisman,andwhydotheymislikehimso?"

           SerColenfrowned."Becauseheisnoman,mylady.That’sBrienneofTarth,daughtertoLordSelwyntheEvenstar."

           "Daughter?"Catelynwashorrified.

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