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Tyrion

           Onemanagedtogetholdofhisleg,butonlyforaninstant.SerMandon’sswordslasheddown,partinghandfromwrist."Ride!"Tyrionshoutedathisnephew,givingthehorseasharpsmackontherump.Theanimalreared,trumpeting,andplungedahead,thepressshatteringbeforehim.

           Tyriondroveintothegaphardontheking’shooves.Bronnkeptpace,swordinhand.Ajaggedrockflewpasthisheadasherode,andarottencabbageexplodedagainstSerMandon’sshield.Totheirleft,threegoldcloakswentdownunderthesurge,andthenthecrowdwasrushingforward,tramplingthefallenmen.TheHoundhadvanishedbehind,thoughhisriderlesshorsegallopedbesidethem.TyrionsawAronSantagarpulledfromthesaddle,thegold-and-blackBaratheonstagtornfromhisgrasp.SerBalonSwanndroppedtheLannisterliontodrawhislongsword.Heslashedrightandleftasthefallenbannerwasrippedapart,thethousandraggedpiecesswirlingawaylikecrimsonleavesinastormwind.Inaninstanttheyweregone.SomeonestaggeredinfrontofJoffrey’shorseandshriekedasthekingrodehimdown.Whetherithadbeenman,woman,orchildTyrioncouldnothavesaid.Joffreywasgallopingathisside,whey-faced,withSerMandonMooreawhiteshadowonhisleft.

           Andsuddenlythemadnesswasbehindandtheywereclatteringacrossthecobbledsquarethatfrontedonthecastlebarbican.Alineofspearmenheldthegates.SerJacelynwaswheelinghislancesaroundforanothercharge.

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