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Catelyn

           "Wickedwoman!"screamedSerEmmon,heofthesun-floweredsteel."Awayfromhim,youvilecreature!"

           "Godsbegood,Brienne,why?"askedSerRobar.

           Briennelookedupfromherking’sbody.Therainbowcloakthathungfromhershouldershadturnedredwheretheking’sbloodhadsoakedintothecloth."I...I..."

           "You’lldieforthis."SerEmmonsnatchedupalong-handledbattleaxefromtheweaponspilednearthedoor."You’llpayfortheking’slifewithyourown!"

           "NO!"CatelynStarkscreamed,findinghervoiceatlast,butitwastoolate,thebloodmadnesswasonthem,andtheyrushedforwardwithshoutsthatdrownedhersofterwords.

           BriennemovedfasterthanCatelynwouldhavebelieved.Herownswordwasnottohand,soshesnatchedRenly’sfromitsscabbardandraisedittocatchEmmon’saxeonthedownswing.Asparkflashedblue-whiteassteelmetsteelwitharendingcrash,andBriennesprangtoherfeet,thebodyofthedeadkingthrustrudelyaside.SerEmmonstumbledoveritashetriedtoclose,andBrienne’sbladeshearedthroughthewoodenhafttosendhisaxeheadspinning.Anothermanthrustaflamingtorchatherback,buttherainbowcloakwastoosoddenwithbloodtoburn.Briennespunandcut,andtorchandhandwentflying.Flamescreptacrossthecarpet.Themaimedmanbegantoscream.SerEmmondroppedtheaxeandfumbledforhissword.

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