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Catelyn

           

           "Ishallnotfailyou,YourGrace,"LordEstermontreplied.

           LordMathisRowanspokeup."Whoshallhavethevan?"

           "YourGrace,"saidSerJonFossoway,"Ibegthehonor."

           "Begallyoulike,"saidSerGuyardtheGreen,"byrightsitshouldbeoneofthesevenwhostrikesthefirstblow."

           "Ittakesmorethanaprettycloaktochargeashieldwall,"RandyllTarlyannounced."IwasleadingMaceTyrell’svanwhenyouwerestillsuckingonyourmother’steat,Guyard."

           Aclamorfilledthepavilion,asothermenloudlysetforththeirclaims.Theknightsofsummer,Catelynthought.Renlyraisedahand."Enough,mylords.IfIhadadozenvans,allofyoushouldhaveone,butthegreatestglorybyrightsbelongstothegreatestknight.SerLorasshallstrikethefirstblow."

           "Withagladheart,YourGrace."TheKnightofFlowerskneltbeforetheking."Grantmeyourblessing,andaknighttoridebesidemewithyourbanner.Letthestagandrosegotobattlesidebyside."

           Renlyglancedabouthim."Brienne."

           "YourGrace?"Shewasstillarmoredinherbluesteel,thoughshehadtakenoffherhelm.Thecrowdedtentwashot,andsweatplasteredlimpyellowhairtoherbroad,homelyface."Myplaceisatyourside.Iamyourswornshield..."

           "Oneofseven,"thekingremindedher.

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