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Of the three hundred clansmen who had ridden to battle behind Tyrion Lannister, perhaps half had survived. Moonlight shone down on the clearing, the ashes of the firepit, the snow-covered lean-to, the great rock, the little half-frozen stream. Chett had a wen on his neck the size of a pigeon's egg, and a face red with boils and pimples. Their cloaks hung almost to the ground, the heavy wool dyed a rich gold; their mail and boots and gloves were black.

MARTINJoffrey shrugged. Come and make your j apes with steel in your hand. The khal's bloodriders offered her the traditional three weapons, and splendid weapons they were. This must not be, Ootho thundered.