“None of us will go hungry tonight,” Bronn said. He was near a shadow himself; bone thin andbone hard, with black eyes and black hair and a stubble of beard.
“Some of us may,” Tyrion told him. “I am not fond of eating horse. Particularly my horse.”
“Meat is meat,” Bronn said with a shrug6. “The Dothraki like horse more than beef or pork.”
“Do you take me for a Dothraki?” Tyrion asked sourly. The Dothraki ate horse, in truth; they alsoleft deformed7 children out for the feral dogs who ran behind their khalasars. Dothraki customs hadscant appeal for him.
Chiggen sliced a thin strip of bloody8 meat off the carcass and held it up for inspection9. “Want ataste, dwarf10?”
“My brother Jaime gave me that mare11 for my twenty-third name day,” Tyrion said in a flat voice.
“Thank him for us, then. If you ever see him again.” Chiggen grinned, showing yellow teeth, andswallowed the raw meat in two bites. “Tastes well bred.”
“Better if you fry it up with onions,” Bronn put in.
Wordlessly, Tyrion limped away. The cold had settled deep in his bones, and his legs were so sorehe could scarcely walk. Perhaps his dead mare was the lucky one. He had hours more riding ahead ofhim, followed by a few mouthfuls of food and a short, cold sleep on hard ground, and then anothernight of the same, and another, and another, and the gods only knew how it would end. “Damn her,”
he muttered as he struggled up the road to rejoin his captors, remembering, “damn her and all theStarks.”
The memory was still bitter. One moment he’d been ordering supper, and an eye blink later he wasfacing a room of armed men, with Jyck reaching for a sword and the fat innkeep shrieking14, “Noswords, not here, please, m’lords.”
Tyrion wrenched15 down Jyck’s arm hurriedly, before he got them both hacked16 to pieces. “Where areyour courtesies, Jyck? Our good hostess said no swords. Do as she asks.” He forced a smile that musthave looked as queasy17 as it felt. “You’re making a sad mistake, Lady Stark1. I had no part in any attackon your son. On my honor—”
“Lannister honor,” was all she said. She held up her hands for all the room to see. “His dagger18 leftthese scars. The blade he sent to open my son’s throat.”
Tyrion felt the anger all around him, thick and smoky, fed by the deep cuts in the Stark woman’shands. “Kill him,” hissed19 some drunken slattern from the back, and other voices took up the call,faster than he would have believed. Strangers all, friendly enough only a moment ago, and yet nowthey cried for his blood like hounds on a trail.
Tyrion spoke20 up loudly, trying to keep the quaver from his voice. “If Lady Stark believes I havesome crime to answer for, I will go with her and answer for it.”
It was the only possible course. Trying to cut their way out of this was a sure invitation to an earlygrave. A good dozen swords had responded to the Stark woman’s plea for help: the Harrenhal man,the three Brackens, a pair of unsavory sellswords who looked as though they’d kill him as soon as spit, and some fool field hands who doubtless had no idea what they were doing. Against that, whatdid Tyrion have? A dagger at his belt, and two men. Jyck swung a fair enough sword, but Morrecscarcely counted; he was part groom21, part cook, part body servant, and no soldier. As for Yoren,whatever his feelings might have been, the black brothers were sworn to take no part in the quarrels ofthe realm. Yoren would do nothing.
tdid Tyrion have? A dagger at his belt, and two men. Jyck swung a fair enough sword, but Morrecscarcely counted; he was part groom, part cook, part body servant, and no soldier. As for Yoren,whatever his feelings might have been, the black brothers were sworn to take no part in the quarrels ofthe realm. Yoren would do nothing.
And indeed, the black brother stepped aside silently when the old knight22 by Catelyn Stark’s sidesaid, “Take their weapons,” and the sellsword Bronn stepped forward to pull the sword from Jyck’sfingers and relieve them all of their daggers23. “Good,” the old man said as the tension in the commonroom ebbed24 palpably, “excellent.” Tyrion recognized the gruff voice; Winterfell’s master-at-arms,shorn of his whiskers.
Scarlet-tinged spittle flew from the fat innkeep’s mouth as she begged of Catelyn Stark, “Don’t killhim here!”
“Don’t kill him anywhere,” Tyrion urged.
“Take him somewheres else, no blood here, m’lady, I wants no high lordlin’s quarrels.”
“We are taking him back to Winterfell,” she said, and Tyrion thought, Well, perhaps … By thenhe’d had a moment to glance over the room and get a better idea of the situation. He was notaltogether displeased25 by what he saw. Oh, the Stark woman had been clever, no doubt of it. Forcethem to make a public affirmation of the oaths sworn her father by the lords they served, and then callon them for succor26, and her a woman, yes, that was sweet. Yet her success was not as complete as shemight have liked. There were close to fifty in the common room by his rough count. Catelyn Stark’splea had roused a bare dozen; the others looked confused, or frightened, or sullen27. Only two of theFreys had stirred, Tyrion noted28, and they’d sat back down quick enough when their captain failed tomove. He might have smiled if he’d dared.
“Winterfell it is, then,” he said instead. That was a long ride, as he could well attest29, having justridden it the other way. So many things could happen along the way. “My father will wonder whathas become of me,” he added, catching30 the eye of the swordsman who’d offered to yield up his room.
“He’ll pay a handsome reward to any man who brings him word of what happened here today.”
Lord Tywin would do no such thing, of course, but Tyrion would make up for it if he won free.
Ser Rodrik glanced at his lady, his look worried, as well it might be. “His men come with him,” theold knight announced. “And we’ll thank the rest of you to stay quiet about what you’ve seen here.”
It was all Tyrion could do not to laugh. Quiet? The old fool. Unless he took the whole inn, the wordwould begin to spread the instant they were gone. The freerider with the gold coin in his pocket wouldfly to Casterly Rock like an arrow. If not him, then someone else. Yoren would carry the story south.
That fool singer might make a lay of it. The Freys would report back to their lord, and the gods onlyknew what he might do. Lord Walder Frey might be sworn to Riverrun, but he was a cautious manwho had lived a long time by making certain he was always on the winning side. At the very least hewould send his birds winging south to King’s Landing, and he might well dare more than that.
Catelyn Stark wasted no time. “We must ride at once. We’ll want fresh mounts, and provisions forthe road. You men, know that you have the eternal gratitude32 of House Stark. If any of you choose tohelp us guard our captives and get them safe to Winterfell, I promise you shall be well rewarded.”
That was all it took; the fools came rushing forward. Tyrion studied their faces; they would indeed bewell rewarded, he vowed33 to himself, but perhaps not quite as they imagined.
Yet even as they were bundling him outside, saddling the horses in the rain, and tying his handswith a length of coarse rope, Tyrion Lannister was not truly afraid. They would never get him toWinterfell, he would have given odds34 on that. Riders would be after them within the day, birds wouldtake wing, and surely one of the river lords would want to curry35 favor with his father enough to take ahand. Tyrion was congratulating himself on his subtlety36 when someone pulled a hood37 down over hiseyes and lifted him up onto a saddle.
They set out through the rain at a hard gallop38, and before long Tyrion’s thighs39 were cramped40 andaching and his butt41 throbbed42 with pain. Even when they were safely away from the inn, and CatelynStark slowed them to a trot43, it was a miserable44 pounding journey over rough ground, made worse byhis blindness. Every twist and turn put him in danger of falling off his horse. The hood muffled45 sound,so he could not make out what was being said around him, and the rain soaked through the cloth andmade it cling to his face, until even breathing was a struggle. The rope chafed46 his wrists raw andseemed to grow tighter as the night wore on. I was about to settle down to a warm fire and a roast fowl, and that wretched singer had to open his mouth, he thought mournfully. The wretched singerhad come along with them. “There is a great song to be made from this, and I’m the one to make it,”
he told Catelyn Stark when he announced his intention of riding with them to see how the “splendidadventure” turned out. Tyrion wondered whether the boy would think the adventure quite so splendidonce the Lannister riders caught up with them.
owl47, and that wretched singer had to open his mouth, he thought mournfully. The wretched singerhad come along with them. “There is a great song to be made from this, and I’m the one to make it,”
he told Catelyn Stark when he announced his intention of riding with them to see how the “splendidadventure” turned out. Tyrion wondered whether the boy would think the adventure quite so splendidonce the Lannister riders caught up with them.
The rain had finally stopped and dawn light was seeping48 through the wet cloth over his eyes whenCatelyn Stark gave the command to dismount. Rough hands pulled him down from his horse, untiedhis wrists, and yanked the hood off his head. When he saw the narrow stony49 road, the foothills risinghigh and wild all around them, and the jagged snowcapped peaks on the distant horizon, all the hopewent out of him in a rush. “This is the high road,” he gasped50, looking at Lady Stark with accusation51.
“The eastern road. You said we were riding for Winterfell!”
Catelyn Stark favored him with the faintest of smiles. “Often and loudly,” she agreed. “No doubtyour friends will ride that way when they come after us. I wish them good speed.”
Even now, long days later, the memory filled him with a bitter rage. All his life Tyrion had pridedhimself on his cunning, the only gift the gods had seen fit to give him, and yet this seven-timesdamnedshe-wolf Catelyn Stark had outwitted him at every turn. The knowledge was more gallingthan the bare fact of his abduction.
They stopped only as long as it took to feed and water the horses, and then they were off again.
This time Tyrion was spared the hood. After the second night they no longer bound his hands, andonce they had gained the heights they scarcely bothered to guard him at all. It seemed they did notfear his escape. And why should they? Up here the land was harsh and wild, and the high road littlemore than a stony track. If he did run, how far could he hope to go, alone and without provisions? Theshadowcats would make a morsel52 of him, and the clans53 that dwelt in the mountain fastnesses werebrigands and murderers who bowed to no law but the sword.
Yet still the Stark woman drove them forward relentlessly55. He knew where they were bound. Hehad known it since the moment they pulled off his hood. These mountains were the domain56 of HouseArryn, and the late Hand’s widow was a Tully, Catelyn Stark’s sister … and no friend to theLannisters. Tyrion had known the Lady Lysa slightly during her years at King’s Landing, and did notlook forward to renewing the acquaintance.
His captors were clustered around a stream a short ways down the high road. The horses had drunktheir fill of the icy cold water, and were grazing on clumps57 of brown grass that grew from clefts58 in therock. Jyck and Morrec huddled59 close, sullen and miserable. Mohor stood over them, leaning on hisspear and wearing a rounded iron cap that made him look as if he had a bowl on his head. Nearby,Marillion the singer sat oiling his woodharp, complaining of what the damp was doing to his strings60.
“We must have some rest, my lady,” the hedge knight Ser Willis Wode was saying to CatelynStark as Tyrion approached. He was Lady Whent’s man, stiff-necked and stolid61, and the first to rise toaid Catelyn Stark back at the inn.
“Ser Willis speaks truly, my lady,” Ser Rodrik said. “This is the third horse we have lost—”
“We will lose more than horses if we’re overtaken by the Lannisters,” she reminded them. Herface was windburnt and gaunt, but it had lost none of its determination.
“Small chance of that here,” Tyrion put in.
“The lady did not ask your views, dwarf,” snapped Kurleket, a great fat oaf with short-croppedhair and a pig’s face. He was one of the Brackens, a man-at-arms in the service of Lord Jonos. Tyrionhad made a special effort to learn all their names, so he might thank them later for their tendertreatment of him. A Lannister always paid his debts. Kurleket would learn that someday, as would hisfriends Lharys and Mohor, and the good Ser Willis, and the sellswords Bronn and Chiggen. Heplanned an especially sharp lesson for Marillion, him of the woodharp and the sweet tenor62 voice, whowas struggling so manfully to rhyme imp12 with gimp and limp so he could make a song of this outrage63.
“Let him speak,” Lady Stark commanded.
Tyrion Lannister seated himself on a rock. “By now our pursuit is likely racing64 across the Neck,chasing your lie up the kingsroad … assuming there is a pursuit, which is by no means certain. Oh, nodoubt the word has reached my father … but my father does not love me overmuch, and I am not atall sure that he will bother to bestir himself.” It was only half a lie; Lord Tywin Lannister cared not afig for his deformed son, but he tolerated no slights on the honor of his House. “This is a cruel land,Lady Stark. You’ll find no succor until you reach the Vale, and each mount you lose burdens the others all the more. Worse, you risk losing me. I am small, and not strong, and if I die, then what’sthe point?” That was no lie at all; Tyrion did not know how much longer he could endure this pace.
“It might be said that your death is the point, Lannister,” Catelyn Stark replied.
“I think not,” Tyrion said. “If you wanted me dead, you had only to say the word, and one of thesestaunch friends of yours would gladly have given me a red smile.” He looked at Kurleket, but the manwas too dim to taste the mockery.
“The Starks do not murder men in their beds.”
“Nor do I,” he said. “I tell you again, I had no part in the attempt to kill your son.”
“The assassin was armed with your dagger.”
Tyrion felt the heat rise in him. “It was not my dagger,” he insisted. “How many times must I swearto that? Lady Stark, whatever you may believe of me, I am not a stupid man. Only a fool would arm acommon footpad with his own blade.”
Just for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker65 of doubt in her eyes, but what she said was, “Whywould Petyr lie to me?”
“Why does a bear shit in the woods?” he demanded. “Because it is his nature. Lying comes aseasily as breathing to a man like Littlefinger. You ought to know that, you of all people.”
She took a step toward him, her face tight. “And what does that mean, Lannister?”
Tyrion cocked his head. “Why, every man at court has heard him tell how he took yourmaidenhead, my lady.”
“That is a lie!” Catelyn Stark said.
“Oh, wicked little imp,” Marillion said, shocked.
Kurleket drew his dirk, a vicious piece of black iron. “At your word, m’lady, I’ll toss his lyingtongue at your feet.” His pig eyes were wet with excitement at the prospect66.
Catelyn Stark stared at Tyrion with a coldness on her face such as he had never seen. “PetyrBaelish loved me once. He was only a boy. His passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real, andpure, and nothing to be made mock of. He wanted my hand. That is the truth of the matter. You aretruly an evil man, Lannister.”
“And you are truly a fool, Lady Stark. Littlefinger has never loved anyone but Littlefinger, and Ipromise you that it is not your hand that he boasts of, it’s those ripe breasts of yours, and that sweetmouth, and the heat between your legs.”
Kurleket grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his head back in a hard jerk, baring his throat.
Tyrion felt the cold kiss of steel beneath his chin. “Shall I bleed him, my lady?”
“Kill me and the truth dies with me,” Tyrion gasped.
“Let him talk,” Catelyn Stark commanded.
Kurleket let go of Tyrion’s hair, reluctantly.
Tyrion took a deep breath. “How did Littlefinger tell you I came by this dagger of his? Answer methat.”
“You won it from him in a wager67, during the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day.”
“When my brother Jaime was unhorsed by the Knight of Flowers, that was his story, no?”
“It was,” she admitted. A line creased68 her brow.
“Riders!”
The shriek13 came from the wind-carved ridge69 above them. Ser Rodrik had sent Lharys scramblingup the rock face to watch the road while they took their rest.
For a long second, no one moved. Catelyn Stark was the first to react. “Ser Rodrik, Ser Willis, tohorse,” she shouted. “Get the other mounts behind us. Mohor, guard the prisoners—”
“Arm us!” Tyrion sprang to his feet and seized her by the arm. “You will need every sword.”
She knew he was right, Tyrion could see it. The mountain clans cared nothing for the enmities ofthe great houses; they would slaughter70 Stark and Lannister with equal fervor71, as they slaughtered72 eachother. They might spare Catelyn herself; she was still young enough to bear sons. Still, she hesitated.
“I hear them!” Ser Rodrik called out. Tyrion turned his head to listen, and there it was: hoofbeats,a dozen horses or more, coming nearer. Suddenly everyone was moving, reaching for weapons,running to their mounts.
Pebbles73 rained down around them as Lharys came springing and sliding down the ridge. He landedbreathless in front of Catelyn Stark, an ungainly-looking man with wild tufts of rust74-colored hair sticking out from under a conical steel cap. “Twenty men, maybe twenty-five,” he said, breathless.
“Milk Snakes or Moon Brothers, by my guess. They must have eyes out, m’lady … hiddenwatchers … they know we’re here.”
Ser Rodrik Cassel was already ahorse, a longsword in hand. Mohor crouched75 behind a boulder,both hands on his iron-tipped spear, a dagger between his teeth. “You, singer,” Ser Willis Wodecalled out. “Help me with this breastplate.” Marillion sat frozen, clutching his woodharp, his face aspale as milk, but Tyrion’s man Morrec bounded quickly to his feet and moved to help the knight withhis armor.
Tyrion kept his grip on Catelyn Stark. “You have no choice,” he told her. “Three of us, and a fourthman wasted guarding us … four men can be the difference between life and death up here.”
“Give me your word that you will put down your swords again after the fight is done.”
“My word?” The hoofbeats were louder now. Tyrion grinned crookedly76. “Oh, that you have, mylady … on my honor as a Lannister.”
For a moment he thought she would spit at him, but instead she snapped, “Arm them,” and as quickas that she was pulling away. Ser Rodrik tossed Jyck his sword and scabbard, and wheeled to meet thefoe. Morrec helped himself to a bow and quiver, and went to one knee beside the road. He was abetter77 archer78 than swordsman. And Bronn rode up to offer Tyrion a double-bladed axe79.
“I have never fought with an axe.” The weapon felt awkward and unfamiliar80 in his hands. It had ashort haft, a heavy head, a nasty spike81 on top.
“Pretend you’re splitting logs,” Bronn said, drawing his longsword from the scabbard across hisback. He spat82, and trotted83 off to form up beside Chiggen and Ser Rodrik. Ser Willis mounted up tojoin them, fumbling84 with his helmet, a metal pot with a thin slit85 for his eyes and a long black silkplume.
“Logs don’t bleed,” Tyrion said to no one in particular. He felt naked without armor. He lookedaround for a rock and ran over to where Marillion was hiding. “Move over.”
“Go away!” the boy screamed back at him. “I’m a singer, I want no part of this fight!”
“What, lost your taste for adventure?” Tyrion kicked at the youth until he slid over, and not amoment too soon. A heartbeat later, the riders were on them.
There were no heralds86, no banners, no horns nor drums, only the twang of bowstrings as Morrecand Lharys let fly, and suddenly the clansmen came thundering out of the dawn, lean dark men inboiled leather and mismatched armor, faces hidden behind barred half helms. In gloved hands wereclutched all manner of weapons: longswords and lances and sharpened scythes87, spiked89 clubs anddaggers and heavy iron mauls. At their head rode a big man in a striped shadowskin cloak, armedwith a two-handed greatsword.
Ser Rodrik shouted “Winterfell!” and rode to meet him, with Bronn and Chiggen beside him,screaming some wordless battle cry. Ser Willis Wode followed, swinging a spiked morningstararound his head. “Harrenhal! Harrenhal!” he sang. Tyrion felt a sudden urge to leap up, brandish90 hisaxe, and boom out, “Casterly Rock!” but the insanity91 passed quickly and he crouched down lower.
He heard the screams of frightened horses and the crash of metal on metal. Chiggen’s sword rakedacross the naked face of a mailed rider, and Bronn plunged92 through the clansmen like a whirlwind,cutting down foes93 right and left. Ser Rodrik hammered at the big man in the shadowskin cloak, theirhorses dancing round each other as they traded blow for blow. Jyck vaulted94 onto a horse and gallopedbareback into the fray95. Tyrion saw an arrow sprout96 from the throat of the man in the shadowskincloak. When he opened his mouth to scream, only blood came out. By the time he fell, Ser Rodrikwas fighting someone else.
Suddenly Marillion shrieked97, covering his head with his woodharp as a horse leapt over their rock.
Tyrion scrambled98 to his feet as the rider turned to come back at them, hefting a spiked maul. Tyrionswung his axe with both hands. The blade caught the charging horse in the throat with a meaty thunk,angling upward, and Tyrion almost lost his grip as the animal screamed and collapsed99. He managed towrench the axe free and lurch100 clumsily out of the way. Marillion was less fortunate. Horse and ridercrashed to the ground in a tangle101 on top of the singer. Tyrion danced back in while the brigand’s legwas still pinned beneath his fallen mount, and buried the axe in the man’s neck, just above theshoulder blades.
As he struggled to yank the blade loose, he heard Marillion moaning under the bodies. “Someonehelp me,” the singer gasped. “Gods have mercy, I’m bleeding.”
“I believe that’s horse blood,” Tyrion said. The singer’s hand came crawling out from beneath thedead animal, scrabbling in the dirt like a spider with five legs. Tyrion put his heel on the graspingfingers and felt a satisfying crunch102. “Close your eyes and pretend you’re dead,” he advised the singerbefore he hefted the axe and turned away.
r’s hand came crawling out from beneath thedead animal, scrabbling in the dirt like a spider with five legs. Tyrion put his heel on the graspingfingers and felt a satisfying crunch. “Close your eyes and pretend you’re dead,” he advised the singerbefore he hefted the axe and turned away.
After that, things ran together. The dawn was full of shouts and screams and heavy with the scentof blood, and the world had turned to chaos103. Arrows hissed past his ear and clattered104 off the rocks. Hesaw Bronn unhorsed, fighting with a sword in each hand. Tyrion kept on the fringes of the fight,sliding from rock to rock and darting105 out of the shadows to hew31 at the legs of passing horses. Hefound a wounded clansman and left him dead, helping106 himself to the man’s halfhelm. It fit too snugly,but Tyrion was glad of any protection at all. Jyck was cut down from behind while he sliced at a manin front of him, and later Tyrion stumbled over Kurleket’s body. The pig face had been smashed inwith a mace107, but Tyrion recognized the dirk as he plucked it from the man’s dead fingers. He wassliding it through his belt when he heard a woman’s scream.
Catelyn Stark was trapped against the stone face of the mountain with three men around her, onestill mounted and the other two on foot. She had a dagger clutched awkwardly in her maimed hands,but her back was to the rock now and they had penned her on three sides. Let them have the bitch,Tyrion thought, and welcome to her, yet somehow he was moving. He caught the first man in theback of the knee before they even knew he was there, and the heavy axehead split flesh and bone likerotten wood. Logs that bleed, Tyrion thought inanely108 as the second man came for him. Tyrion duckedunder his sword, lashed109 out with the axe, the man reeled backward … and Catelyn Stark stepped upbehind him and opened his throat. The horseman remembered an urgent engagement elsewhere andgalloped off suddenly.
Tyrion looked around. The enemy were all vanquished110 or vanished. Somehow the fighting hadended when he wasn’t looking. Dying horses and wounded men lay all around, screaming ormoaning. To his vast astonishment111, he was not one of them. He opened his fingers and let the axethunk to the ground. His hands were sticky with blood. He could have sworn they had been fightingfor half a day, but the sun seemed scarcely to have moved at all.
“Your first battle?” Bronn asked later as he bent112 over Jyck’s body, pulling off his boots. Theywere good boots, as befit one of Lord Tywin’s men; heavy leather, oiled and supple113, much finer thanwhat Bronn was wearing.
Tyrion nodded. “My father will be so proud,” he said. His legs were cramping114 so badly he couldscarcely stand. Odd, he had never once noticed the pain during the battle.
“You need a woman now,” Bronn said with a glint in his black eyes. He shoved the boots into hissaddlebag. “Nothing like a woman after a man’s been blooded, take my word.”
Chiggen stopped looting the corpses115 of the brigands54 long enough to snort and lick his lips.
Tyrion glanced over to where Lady Stark was dressing116 Ser Rodrik’s wounds. “I’m willing if sheis,” he said. The freeriders broke into laughter, and Tyrion grinned and thought, There’s a start.
Afterward117 he knelt by the stream and washed the blood off his face in water cold as ice. As helimped back to the others, he glanced again at the slain118. The dead clansmen were thin, ragged119 men,their horses scrawny and undersized, with every rib120 showing. What weapons Bronn and Chiggen hadleft them were none too impressive. Mauls, clubs, a scythe88 … He remembered the big man in theshadowskin cloak who had dueled121 Ser Rodrik with a two-handed greatsword, but when he found hiscorpse sprawled122 on the stony ground, the man was not so big after all, the cloak was gone, and Tyrionsaw that the blade was badly notched123, its cheap steel spotted124 with rust. Small wonder the clansmenhad left nine bodies on the ground.
They had only three dead; two of Lord Bracken’s men-at-arms, Kurleket and Mohor, and his ownman Jyck, who had made such a bold show with his bareback charge. A fool to the end, Tyrionthought.
“Lady Stark, I urge you to press on, with all haste,” Ser Willis Wode said, his eyes scanning theridgetops warily125 through the slit in his helm. “We drove them off for the moment, but they will nothave gone far.”
“We must bury our dead, Ser Willis,” she said. “These were brave men. I will not leave them tothe crows and shadowcats.”
“This soil is too stony for digging,” Ser Willis said.
“Then we shall gather stones for cairns.”
“Gather all the stones you want,” Bronn told her, “but do it without me or Chiggen. I’ve betterthings to do than pile rocks on dead men … breathing, for one.” He looked over the rest of thesurvivors. “Any of you who hope to be alive come nightfall, ride with us.”
but do it without me or Chiggen. I’ve betterthings to do than pile rocks on dead men … breathing, for one.” He looked over the rest of thesurvivors. “Any of you who hope to be alive come nightfall, ride with us.”
“My lady, I fear he speaks the truth,” Ser Rodrik said wearily. The old knight had been woundedin the fight, a deep gash126 in his left arm and a spear thrust that grazed his neck, and he sounded his age.
“If we linger here, they will be on us again for a certainty, and we may not live through a secondattack.”
Tyrion could see the anger in Catelyn’s face, but she had no choice. “May the gods forgive us,then. We will ride at once.”
There was no shortage of horses now. Tyrion moved his saddle to Jyck’s spotted gelding, wholooked strong enough to last another three or four days at least. He was about to mount when Lharysstepped up and said, “I’ll take that dirk now, dwarf.”
“Let him keep it.” Catelyn Stark looked down from her horse. “And see that he has his axe backas well. We may have need of it if we are attacked again.”
“You have my thanks, lady,” Tyrion said, mounting up.
“Save them,” she said curtly127. “I trust you no more than I did before.” She was gone before hecould frame a reply.
Tyrion adjusted his stolen helm and took the axe from Bronn. He remembered how he had begunthe journey, with his wrists bound and a hood pulled down over his head, and decided128 that this was adefinite improvement. Lady Stark could keep her trust; so long as he could keep the axe, he wouldcount himself ahead in the game.
Ser Willis Wode led them out. Bronn took the rear, with Lady Stark safely in the middle, SerRodrik a shadow beside her. Marillion kept throwing sullen looks back at Tyrion as they rode. Thesinger had broken several ribs129, his woodharp, and all four fingers on his playing hand, yet the day hadnot been an utter loss to him; somewhere he had acquired a magnificent shadowskin cloak, thickblack fur slashed130 by stripes of white. He huddled beneath its folds silently, and for once had nothingto say.
They heard the deep growls131 of shadowcats behind them before they had gone half a mile, and laterthe wild snarling132 of the beasts fighting over the corpses they had left behind. Marillion grew visiblypale. Tyrion trotted up beside him. “Craven,” he said, “rhymes nicely with raven133.” He kicked hishorse and moved past the singer, up to Ser Rodrik and Catelyn Stark.
She looked at him, lips pressed tightly together.
“As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted,” Tyrion began, “there is a serious flaw inLittlefinger’s fable134. Whatever you may believe of me, Lady Stark, I promise you this—I never betagainst my family.”
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