Tyrion arrived late, saddlesore, and sour, all too vividly6 aware of how amusing he must look as hewaddled up the slope to his father. The day’s march had been long and tiring. He thought he might getquite drunk tonight. It was twilight8, and the air was alive with drifting fireflies.
The cooks were serving the meat course: five suckling pigs, skin seared and crackling, a differentfruit in every mouth. The smell made his mouth water. “My pardons,” he began, taking his place onthe bench beside his uncle.
“Perhaps I’d best charge you with burying our dead, Tyrion,” Lord Tywin said. “If you are as lateto battle as you are to table, the fighting will all be done by the time you arrive.”
“Oh, surely you can save me a peasant or two, Father,” Tyrion replied. “Not too many, I wouldn’twant to be greedy.” He filled his wine cup and watched a serving man carve into the pig. The crispskin crackled under his knife, and hot juice ran from the meat. It was the loveliest sight Tyrion hadseen in ages.
“Ser Addam’s outriders say the Stark9 host has moved south from the Twins,” his father reportedas his trencher was filled with slices of pork. “Lord Frey’s levies10 have joined them. They are likely nomore than a day’s march north of us.”
“Please, Father,” Tyrion said. “I’m about to eat.”
“Does the thought of facing the Stark boy unman you, Tyrion? Your brother Jaime would beeager to come to grips with him.”
“I’d sooner come to grips with that pig. Robb Stark is not half so tender, and he never smelled asgood.”
Lord Lefford, the sour bird who had charge of their stores and supplies, leaned forward. “I hopeyour savages12 do not share your reluctance13, else we’ve wasted our good steel on them.”
“My savages will put your steel to excellent use, my lord,” Tyrion replied. When he had toldLefford he needed arms and armor to equip the three hundred men Ulf had fetched down out of thefoothills, you would have thought he’d asked the man to turn his virgin14 daughters over to theirpleasure.
Lord Lefford frowned. “I saw that great hairy one today, the one who insisted that he must havetwo battle-axes, the heavy black steel ones with twin crescent blades.”
“Shagga likes to kill with either hand,” Tyrion said as a trencher of steaming pork was laid infront of him.
“He still had that wood-axe15 of his strapped17 to his back.”
“Shagga is of the opinion that three axes are even better than two.” Tyrion reached a thumb andforefinger into the salt dish, and sprinkled a healthy pinch over his meat.
Ser Kevan leaned forward. “We had a thought to put you and your wildlings in the vanguard whenwe come to battle.”
Ser Kevan seldom “had a thought” that Lord Tywin had not had first. Tyrion had skewered18 a chunkof meat on the point of his dagger20 and brought it to his mouth. Now he lowered it. “The vanguard?”
he repeated dubiously21. Either his lord father had a new respect for Tyrion’s abilities, or he’ddecided to rid himself of his embarrassing get for good. Tyrion had the gloomy feeling he knewwhich.
ddecided to rid himself of his embarrassing get for good. Tyrion had the gloomy feeling he knewwhich.
“They seem ferocious23 enough,” Ser Kevan said.
“Ferocious?” Tyrion realized he was echoing his uncle like a trained bird. His father watched,judging him, weighing every word. “Let me tell you how ferocious they are. Last night, a MoonBrother stabbed a Stone Crow over a sausage. So today as we made camp three Stone Crows seizedthe man and opened his throat for him. Perhaps they were hoping to get the sausage back, I couldn’tsay. Bronn managed to keep Shagga from chopping off the dead man’s cock, which was fortunate, buteven so Ulf is demanding blood money, which Conn and Shagga refuse to pay.”
“When soldiers lack discipline, the fault lies with their lord commander,” his father said.
His brother Jaime had always been able to make men follow him eagerly, and die for him if needbe. Tyrion lacked that gift. He bought loyalty24 with gold, and compelled obedience25 with his name. “Abigger man would be able to put the fear in them, is that what you’re saying, my lord?”
Lord Tywin Lannister turned to his brother. “If my son’s men will not obey his commands, perhapsthe vanguard is not the place for him. No doubt he would be more comfortable in the rear, guardingour baggage train.”
“Do me no kindnesses, Father,” he said angrily. “If you have no other command to offer me, I’lllead your van.”
Lord Tywin studied his dwarf26 son. “I said nothing about command. You will serve under SerGregor.”
Tyrion took one bite of pork, chewed a moment, and spit it out angrily. “I find I am not hungryafter all,” he said, climbing awkwardly off the bench. “Pray excuse me, my lords.”
Lord Tywin inclined his head, dismissing him. Tyrion turned and walked away. He was consciousof their eyes on his back as he waddled7 down the hill. A great gust27 of laughter went up from behindhim, but he did not look back. He hoped they all choked on their suckling pigs.
Dusk had settled, turning all the banners black. The Lannister camp sprawled28 for miles between theriver and the kingsroad. In amongst the men and the horses and the trees, it was easy to get lost, andTyrion did. He passed a dozen great pavilions and a hundred cookfires. Fireflies drifted amongst thetents like wandering stars. He caught the scent16 of garlic sausage, spiced and savory29, so tempting30 itmade his empty stomach growl31. Away in the distance, he heard voices raised in some bawdy32 song. Agiggling woman raced past him, naked beneath a dark cloak, her drunken pursuer stumbling over treeroots. Farther on, two spearmen faced each other across a little trickle33 of a stream, practicing theirthrust-and-parry in the fading light, their chests bare and slick with sweat.
No one looked at him. No one spoke34 to him. No one paid him any mind. He was surrounded bymen sworn to House Lannister, a vast host twenty thousand strong, and yet he was alone.
When he heard the deep rumble35 of Shagga’s laughter booming through the dark, he followed it tothe Stone Crows in their small corner of the night. Conn son of Coratt waved a tankard of ale. “TyrionHalf man! Come, sit by our fire, share meat with the Stone Crows. We have an ox.”
“I can see that, Conn son of Coratt.” The huge red carcass was suspended over a roaring fire,skewered on a spit the size of a small tree. No doubt it was a small tree. Blood and grease drippeddown into the flames as two Stone Crows turned the meat. “I thank you. Send for me when the ox iscooked.” From the look of it, that might even be before the battle. He walked on.
Each clan36 had its own cookfire; Black Ears did not eat with Stone Crows, Stone Crows did not eatwith Moon Brothers, and no one ate with Burned Men. The modest tent he had coaxed38 out of LordLefford’s stores had been erected2 in the center of the four fires. Tyrion found Bronn sharing a skin ofwine with the new servants. Lord Tywin had sent him a groom39 and a body servant to see to his needs,and even insisted he take a squire40. They were seated around the embers of a small cookfire. A girl waswith them; slim, dark-haired, no more than eighteen by the look of her. Tyrion studied her face for amoment, before he spied fishbones in the ashes. “What did you eat?”
“Trout41, m’lord,” said his groom. “Bronn caught them.”
Trout, he thought. Suckling pig. Damn my father. He stared mournfully at the bones, his bellyrumbling.
His squire, a boy with the unfortunate name of Podrick Payne, swallowed whatever he had beenabout to say. The lad was a distant cousin to Ser Ilyn Payne, the king’s headsman … and almost as quiet, although not for want of a tongue. Tyrion had made him stick it out once, just to be certain.
“Definitely a tongue,” he had said. “Someday you must learn to use it.”
At the moment, he did not have the patience to try and coax37 a thought out of the lad, whom hesuspected had been inflicted44 on him as a cruel jape. Tyrion turned his attention back to the girl. “Isthis her?” he asked Bronn.
She rose gracefully45 and looked down at him from the lofty height of five feet or more. “It is,m’lord, and she can speak for herself, if it please you.”
He cocked his head to one side. “I am Tyrion, of House Lannister. Men call me the Imp46.”
“My mother named me Shae. Men call me … often.”
Bronn laughed, and Tyrion had to smile. “Into the tent, Shae, if you would be so kind.” He liftedthe flap and held it for her. Inside, he knelt to light a candle.
The life of a soldier was not without certain compensations. Wherever you have a camp, you arecertain to have camp followers47. At the end of the day’s march, Tyrion had sent Bronn back to findhim a likely whore. “I would prefer one who is reasonably young, with as pretty a face as you canfind,” he had said. “If she has washed sometime this year, I shall be glad. If she hasn’t, wash her. Becertain that you tell her who I am, and warn her of what I am.” Jyck had not always troubled to dothat. There was a look the girls got in their eyes sometimes when they first beheld48 the lordling they’dbeen hired to pleasure … a look that Tyrion Lannister did not ever care to see again.
He lifted the candle and looked her over. Bronn had done well enough; she was doe-eyed and slim,with small firm breasts and a smile that was by turns shy, insolent49, and wicked. He liked that. “Shall Itake my gown off, m’lord?” she asked.
“In good time. Are you a maiden50, Shae?”
“If it please you, m’lord,” she said demurely51.
“What would please me would be the truth of you, girl.”
“Aye, but that will cost you double.”
Tyrion decided22 they would get along splendidly. “I am a Lannister. Gold I have in plenty, andyou’ll find me generous … but I’ll want more from you than what you’ve got between your legs,though I’ll want that too. You’ll share my tent, pour my wine, laugh at my jests, rub the ache from mylegs after each day’s ride … and whether I keep you a day or a year, for so long as we are togetheryou will take no other men into your bed.”
“Fair enough.” She reached down to the hem11 of her thin roughspun gown and pulled it up over herhead in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. There was nothing underneath52 but Shae. “If he don’t putdown that candle, m’lord will burn his fingers.”
Tyrion put down the candle, took her hand in his, and pulled her gently to him. She bent53 to kisshim. Her mouth tasted of honey and cloves54, and her fingers were deft55 and practiced as they found thefastenings of his clothes.
When he entered her, she welcomed him with whispered endearments56 and small, shuddering57 gaspsof pleasure. Tyrion suspected her delight was feigned58, but she did it so well that it did not matter. Thatmuch truth he did not crave59.
He had needed her, Tyrion realized afterward60, as she lay quietly in his arms. Her or someone likeher. It had been nigh on a year since he’d lain with a woman, since before he had set out forWinterfell in company with his brother and King Robert. He could well die on the morrow or the dayafter, and if he did, he would sooner go to his grave thinking of Shae than of his lord father, LysaArryn, or the Lady Catelyn Stark.
He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his arm as she lay beside him. That was agood feeling. A song filled his head. Softly, quietly, he began to whistle.
“What’s that, m’lord?” Shae murmured against him.
“Nothing,” he told her. “A song I learned as a boy, that’s all. Go to sleep, sweetling.”
When her eyes were closed and her breathing deep and steady, Tyrion slid out from beneath her,gently, so as not to disturb her sleep. Naked, he crawled outside, stepped over his squire, and walkedaround behind his tent to make water.
Bronn was seated cross-legged under a chestnut61 tree, near where they’d tied the horses. He washoning the edge of his sword, wide awake; the sellsword did not seem to sleep like other men.
“Where did you find her?” Tyrion asked him as he pissed.
“I took her from a knight3. The man was loath62 to give her up, but your name changed his thinking somewhat … that, and my dirk at his throat.”
“Splendid,” Tyrion said dryly, shaking off the last drops. “I seem to recall saying find me a whore,not make me an enemy.”
“The pretty ones were all claimed,” Bronn said. “I’ll be pleased to take her back if you’d prefer atoothless drab.”
Tyrion limped closer to where he sat. “My lord father would call that insolence63, and send you to themines for impertinence.”
“Good for me you’re not your father,” Bronn replied. “I saw one with boils all over her nose.
Would you like her?”
“What, and break your heart?” Tyrion shot back. “I shall keep Shae. Did you perchance note thename of this knight you took her from? I’d rather not have him beside me in the battle.”
Bronn rose, cat-quick and cat-graceful, turning his sword in his hand. “You’ll have me beside youin the battle, dwarf.”
Tyrion nodded. The night air was warm on his bare skin. “See that I survive this battle, and you canname your reward.”
Bronn tossed the longsword from his right hand to his left, and tried a cut. “Who’d want to kill thelikes of you?”
“My lord father, for one. He’s put me in the van.”
“I’d do the same. A small man with a big shield. You’ll give the archers64 fits.”
“I find you oddly cheering,” Tyrion said. “I must be mad.”
Bronn sheathed65 his sword. “Beyond a doubt.”
When Tyrion returned to his tent, Shae rolled onto her elbow and murmured sleepily, “I woke andm’lord was gone.”
“M’lord is back now.” He slid in beside her.
Her hand went between his stunted66 legs, and found him hard. “Yes he is,” she whispered, strokinghim.
He asked her about the man Bronn had taken her from, and she named the minor67 retainer of aninsignificant lordling. “You need not fear his like, m’lord,” the girl said, her fingers busy at his cock.
“He is a small man.”
“And what am I, pray?” Tyrion asked her. “A giant?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred, “my giant of Lannister.” She mounted him then, and for a time, she almostmade him believe it. Tyrion went to sleep smiling ……and woke in darkness to the blare of trumpets68. Shae was shaking him by the shoulder. “M’lord,”
she whispered. “Wake up, m’lord. I’m frightened.”
Groggy69, he sat up and threw back the blanket. The horns called through the night, wild and urgent,a cry that said hurry hurry hurry. He heard shouts, the clatter70 of spears, the whicker of horses, thoughnothing yet that spoke to him of fighting. “My lord father’s trumpets,” he said. “Battle assembly. Ithought Stark was yet a day’s march away.”
Shae shook her head, lost. Her eyes were wide and white.
Groaning71, Tyrion lurched to his feet and pushed his way outside, shouting for his squire. Wisps ofpale fog drifted through the night, long white fingers off the river. Men and horses blundered throughthe predawn chill; saddles were being cinched, wagons72 loaded, fires extinguished. The trumpets blewagain: hurry hurry hurry. Knights vaulted74 onto snorting coursers while men-at-arms buckled75 theirsword belts as they ran. When he found Pod, the boy was snoring softly. Tyrion gave him a sharppoke in the ribs76 with his toe. “My armor,” he said, “and be quick about it.” Bronn came trotting77 out ofthe mists, already armored and ahorse, wearing his battered78 halfhelm. “Do you know what’shappened?” Tyrion asked him.
“The Stark boy stole a march on us,” Bronn said. “He crept down the kingsroad in the night, andnow his host is less than a mile north of here, forming up in battle array.”
Hurry, the trumpets called, hurry hurry hurry.
“See that the clansmen are ready to ride.” Tyrion ducked back inside his tent. “Where are myclothes?” he barked at Shae. “There. No, the leather, damn it. Yes. Bring me my boots.”
By the time he was dressed, his squire had laid out his armor, such that it was. Tyrion owned a finesuit of heavy plate, expertly crafted to fit his misshapen body. Alas79, it was safe at Casterly Rock, and he was not. He had to make do with oddments assembled from Lord Lefford’s wagons: mailhauberk and coif, a dead knight’s gorget, lobstered greaves and gauntlets and pointed80 steel boots.
Some of it was ornate, some plain; not a bit of it matched, or fit as it should. His breastplate wasmeant for a bigger man; for his oversize head, they found a huge bucket-shaped greathelm toppedwith a foot-long triangular81 spike82.
d’s wagons: mailhauberk and coif, a dead knight’s gorget, lobstered greaves and gauntlets and pointed steel boots.
Some of it was ornate, some plain; not a bit of it matched, or fit as it should. His breastplate wasmeant for a bigger man; for his oversize head, they found a huge bucket-shaped greathelm toppedwith a foot-long triangular spike.
Shae helped Pod with the buckles83 and clasps. “If I die, weep for me,” Tyrion told the whore.
“How will you know? You’ll be dead.”
“I’ll know.”
“I believe you would.” Shae lowered the greathelm down over his head, and Pod fastened it to hisgorget. Tyrion buckled on his belt, heavy with the weight of shortsword and dirk. By then his groomhad brought up his mount, a formidable brown courser armored as heavily as he was. He needed helpto mount; he felt as though he weighed a thousand stone. Pod handed him up his shield, a massiveslab of heavy ironwood banded with steel. Lastly they gave him his battle-axe. Shae stepped back andlooked him over. “M’lord looks fearsome.”
“M’lord looks a dwarf in mismatched armor,” Tyrion answered sourly, “but I thank you for thekindness. Podrick, should the battle go against us, see the lady safely home.” He saluted84 her with hisaxe, wheeled his horse about, and trotted85 off. His stomach was a hard knot, so tight it pained him.
Behind, his servants hurriedly began to strike his tent. Pale crimson fingers fanned out to the east asthe first rays of the sun broke over the horizon. The western sky was a deep purple, speckled withstars. Tyrion wondered whether this was the last sunrise he would ever see … and whether wonderingwas a mark of cowardice86. Did his brother Jaime ever contemplate87 death before a battle?
A warhorn sounded in the far distance, a deep mournful note that chilled the soul. The clansmenclimbed onto their scrawny mountain horses, shouting curses and rude jokes. Several appeared to bedrunk. The rising sun was burning off the drifting tendrils of fog as Tyrion led them off. What grassthe horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered88 a bag of diamonds overthe earth. The mountain men fell in behind him, each clan arrayed behind its own leaders.
In the dawn light, the army of Lord Tywin Lannister unfolded like an iron rose, thorns gleaming.
His uncle would lead the center. Ser Kevan had raised his standards above the kingsroad. Quivershanging from their belts, the foot archers arrayed themselves into three long lines, to east and west ofthe road, and stood calmly stringing their bows. Between them, pikemen formed squares; behind wererank on rank of men-at-arms with spear and sword and axe. Three hundred heavy horse surroundedSer Kevan and the lords bannermen Lefford, Lydden, and Serrett with all their sworn retainers.
The right wing was all cavalry89, some four thousand men, heavy with the weight of their armor.
More than three quarters of the knights were there, massed together like a great steel fist. Ser AddamMarbrand had the command. Tyrion saw his banner unfurl as his standard-bearer shook it out; aburning tree, orange and smoke. Behind him flew Ser Flement’s purple unicorn90, the brindled91 boar ofCrakehall, the bantam rooster of Swyft, and more.
His lord father took his place on the hill where he had slept. Around him, the reserve assembled; ahuge force, half mounted and half foot, five thousand strong. Lord Tywin almost always chose tocommand the reserve; he would take the high ground and watch the battle unfold below him,committing his forces when and where they were needed most.
Even from afar, his lord father was resplendent. Tywin Lannister’s battle armor put his son Jaime’sgilded suit to shame. His greatcloak was sewn from countless93 layers of cloth-of-gold, so heavy that itbarely stirred even when he charged, so large that its drape covered most of his stallion’s hindquarterswhen he took the saddle. No ordinary clasp would suffice for such a weight, so the greatcloak washeld in place by a matched pair of miniature lionesses crouching94 on his shoulders, as if poised95 tospring. Their mate, a male with a magnificent mane, reclined atop Lord Tywin’s greathelm, one pawraking the air as he roared. All three lions were wrought96 in gold, with ruby97 eyes. His armor was heavysteel plate, enameled98 in a dark crimson, greaves and gauntlets inlaid with ornate gold scrollwork. Hisrondels were golden sunbursts, all his fastenings were gilded92, and the red steel was burnished99 to sucha high sheen that it shone like fire in the light of the rising sun.
Tyrion could hear the rumble of the foemen’s drums now. He remembered Robb Stark as he hadlast seen him, in his father’s high seat in the Great Hall of Winterfell, a sword naked and shining inhis hands. He remembered how the direwolves had come at him out of the shadows, and suddenly hecould see them again, snarling100 and snapping, teeth bared in his face. Would the boy bring his wolves to war with him? The thought made him uneasy.
The northerners would be exhausted101 after their long sleepless102 march. Tyrion wondered what theboy had been thinking. Did he think to take them unawares while they slept? Small chance of that;whatever else might be said of him, Tywin Lannister was no man’s fool.
The van was massing on the left. He saw the standard first, three black dogs on a yellow field. SerGregor sat beneath it, mounted on the biggest horse Tyrion had ever seen. Bronn took one look at himand grinned. “Always follow a big man into battle.”
Tyrion threw him a hard look. “And why is that?”
“They make such splendid targets. That one, he’ll draw the eyes of every bowman on the field.”
Laughing, Tyrion regarded the Mountain with fresh eyes. “I confess, I had not considered it in thatlight.”
Clegane had no splendor103 about him; his armor was steel plate, dull grey, scarred by hard use andshowing neither sigil nor ornament104. He was pointing men into position with his blade, a two-handedgreatsword that Ser Gregor waved about with one hand as a lesser105 man might wave a dagger. “Anyman runs, I’ll cut him down myself,” he was roaring when he caught sight of Tyrion. “Imp! Take theleft. Hold the river. If you can.”
The left of the left. To turn their flank, the Starks would need horses that could run on water.
Tyrion led his men toward the riverbank. “Look,” he shouted, pointing with his axe. “The river.” Ablanket of pale mist still clung to the surface of the water, the murky106 green current swirling107 pastunderneath. The shallows were muddy and choked with reeds. “That river is ours. Whatever happens,keep close to the water. Never lose sight of it. Let no enemy come between us and our river. If theydirty our waters, hack108 off their cocks and feed them to the fishes.”
Shagga had an axe in either hand. He smashed them together and made them ring. “Halfman!” heshouted. Other Stone Crows picked up the cry, and the Black Ears and Moon Brothers as well. TheBurned Men did not shout, but they rattled109 their swords and spears. “Halfman! Halfman! Halfman!”
Tyrion turned his courser in a circle to look over the field. The ground was rolling and uneven110 here;soft and muddy near the river, rising in a gentle slope toward the kingsroad, stony111 and broken beyondit, to the east. A few trees spotted112 the hillsides, but most of the land had been cleared and planted. Hisheart pounded in his chest in time to the drums, and under his layers of leather and steel his brow wascold with sweat. He watched Ser Gregor as the Mountain rode up and down the line, shouting andgesticulating. This wing too was all cavalry, but where the right was a mailed fist of knights andheavy lancers, the vanguard was made up of the sweepings113 of the west: mounted archers in leatherjerkins, a swarming115 mass of undisciplined freeriders and sellswords, fieldhands on plow116 horses armedwith scythes117 and their fathers’ rusted118 swords, half-trained boys from the stews119 of Lannisport … andTyrion and his mountain clansmen.
“Crow food,” Bronn muttered beside him, giving voice to what Tyrion had left unsaid. He couldonly nod. Had his lord father taken leave of his senses? No pikes, too few bowmen, a bare handful ofknights, the ill-armed and unarmored, commanded by an unthinking brute120 who led with hisrage … how could his father expect this travesty121 of a battle to hold his left?
He had no time to think about it. The drums were so near that the beat crept under his skin and sethis hands to twitching122. Bronn drew his longsword, and suddenly the enemy was there before them,boiling over the tops of the hills, advancing with measured tread behind a wall of shields and pikes.
Gods be damned, look at them all, Tyrion thought, though he knew his father had more men on thefield. Their captains led them on armored warhorses, standard-bearers riding alongside with theirbanners. He glimpsed the bull moose of the Hornwoods, the Karstark sunburst, Lord Cerwyn’s battle-axe, and the mailed fist of the Glovers … and the twin towers of Frey, blue on grey. So much for hisfather’s certainty that Lord Walder would not bestir himself. The white of House Stark was seeneverywhere, the grey direwolves seeming to run and leap as the banners swirled123 and streamed fromthe high staffs. Where is the boy? Tyrion wondered.
A warhorn blew. Haroooooooooooooooooooooooo, it cried, its voice as long and low and chillingas a cold wind from the north. The Lannister trumpets answered, da-DA da-DA da-DAAAAAAAAA,brazen and defiant124, yet it seemed to Tyrion that they sounded somehow smaller, more anxious. Hecould feel a fluttering in his bowels125, a queasy126 liquid feeling; he hoped he was not going to die sick.
As the horns died away, a hissing127 filled the air; a vast flight of arrows arched up from his right,where the archers stood flanking the road. The northerners broke into a run, shouting as they came, but the Lannister arrows fell on them like hail, hundreds of arrows, thousands, and shouts turned toscreams as men stumbled and went down. By then a second flight was in the air, and the archers werefitting a third arrow to their bowstrings.
ut the Lannister arrows fell on them like hail, hundreds of arrows, thousands, and shouts turned toscreams as men stumbled and went down. By then a second flight was in the air, and the archers werefitting a third arrow to their bowstrings.
The trumpets blared again, da-DAAA da-DAAA da-DA da-DA da-DAAAAAAA. Ser Gregor wavedhis huge sword and bellowed128 a command, and a thousand other voices screamed back at him. Tyrionput his spurs to his horse and added one more voice to the cacophony129, and the van surged forward.
“The river!” he shouted at his clansmen as they rode. “Remember, hew1 to the river.” He was stillleading when they broke a canter, until Chella gave a bloodcurdling shriek130 and galloped131 past him, andShagga howled and followed. The clansmen charged after them, leaving Tyrion in their dust.
A crescent of enemy spearmen had formed ahead, a double hedgehog bristling132 with steel, waitingbehind tall oaken shields marked with the sunburst of Karstark. Gregor Clegane was the first to reachthem, leading a wedge of armored veterans. Half the horses shied at the last second, breaking theircharge before the row of spears. The others died, sharp steel points ripping through their chests.
Tyrion saw a dozen men go down. The Mountain’s stallion reared, lashing133 out with iron-shod hoovesas a barbed spearhead raked across his neck. Maddened, the beast lunged into the ranks. Spears thrustat him from every side, but the shield wall broke beneath his weight. The northerners stumbled awayfrom the animal’s death throes. As his horse fell, snorting blood and biting with his last red breath, theMountain rose untouched, laying about him with his two-handed greatsword.
Shagga went bursting through the gap before the shields could close, other Stone Crows hardbehind him. Tyrion shouted, “Burned Men! Moon Brothers! After me!” but most of them were aheadof him. He glimpsed Timett son of Timett vault73 free as his mount died under him in full stride, saw aMoon Brother impaled134 on a Karstark spear, watched Conn’s horse shatter a man’s ribs with a kick. Aflight of arrows descended135 on them; where they came from he could not say, but they fell on Starkand Lannister alike, rattling136 off armor or finding flesh. Tyrion lifted his shield and hid beneath it.
The hedgehog was crumbling137, the northerners reeling back under the impact of the mountedassault. Tyrion saw Shagga catch a spearman full in the chest as the fool came on at a run, saw his axeshear through mail and leather and muscle and lungs. The man was dead on his feet, the axeheadlodged in his breast, yet Shagga rode on, cleaving139 a shield in two with his left-hand battle-axe whilethe corpse140 was bouncing and stumbling bonelessly along on his right. Finally the dead man slid off.
Shagga smashed the two axes together and roared.
By then the enemy was on him, and Tyrion’s battle shrunk to the few feet of ground around hishorse. A man-at-arms thrust at his chest and his axe lashed141 out, knocking the spear aside. The mandanced back for another try, but Tyrion spurred his horse and rode right over him. Bronn wassurrounded by three foes142, but he lopped the head off the first spear that came at him, and raked hisblade across a second man’s face on his backslash.
A thrown spear came hurtling at Tyrion from the left and lodged138 in his shield with a woody chunk19.
He wheeled and raced after the thrower, but the man raised his own shield over his head. Tyrioncircled around him, raining axe blows down on the wood. Chips of oak went flying, until thenortherner lost his feet and slipped, falling flat on his back with his shield on top of him. He wasbelow the reach of Tyrion’s axe and it was too much bother to dismount, so he left him there and rodeafter another man, taking him from behind with a sweeping114 downcut that sent a jolt143 of impact up hisarm. That won him a moment’s respite144. Reining145 up, he looked for the river. There it was, off to theright. Somehow he had gotten turned around.
A Burned Man rode past, slumped146 against his horse. A spear had entered his belly43 and come outthrough his back. He was past any help, but when Tyrion saw one of the northerners run up and makea grab for his reins147, he charged.
His quarry148 met him sword in hand. He was tall and spare, wearing a long chainmail hauberk andgauntlets of lobstered steel, but he’d lost his helm and blood ran down into his eyes from a gashacross his forehead. Tyrion aimed a swipe at his face, but the tall man slammed it aside. “Dwarf,” hescreamed. “Die.” He turned in a circle as Tyrion rode around him, hacking149 at his head and shoulders.
Steel rang on steel, and Tyrion soon realized that the tall man was quicker and stronger than he was.
Where in the seven hells was Bronn? “Die,” the man grunted150, chopping at him savagely151. Tyrionbarely got his shield up in time, and the wood seemed to explode inward under the force of the blow.
The shattered pieces fell away from his arm. “Die!” the swordsman bellowed, shoving in close andwhanging Tyrion across the temple so hard his head rang. The blade made a hideous152 scraping sound as he drew it back over the steel. The tall man grinned … until Tyrion’s destrier bit, quick as asnake, laying his cheek bare to the bone. Then he screamed. Tyrion buried his axe in his head. “Youdie,” he told him, and he did.
As he wrenched153 the blade free, he heard a shout. “Eddard!” a voice rang out. “For Eddard andWinterfell!” The knight came thundering down on him, swinging the spiked154 ball of a morningstararound his head. Their warhorses slammed together before Tyrion could so much as open his mouthto shout for Bronn. His right elbow exploded with pain as the spikes155 punched through the thin metalaround the joint156. His axe was gone, as fast as that. He clawed for his sword, but the morningstar wascircling again, coming at his face. A sickening crunch157, and he was falling. He did not recall hitting theground, but when he looked up there was only sky above him. He rolled onto his side and tried to findhis feet, but pain shuddered158 through him and the world throbbed159. The knight who had felled him drewup above him. “Tyrion the Imp,” he boomed down. “You are mine. Do you yield, Lannister?”
Yes, Tyrion thought, but the word caught in his throat. He made a croaking160 sound and fought hisway to his knees, fumbling162 for a weapon. His sword, his dirk, anything …“Do you yield?” The knight loomed163 overhead on his armored warhorse. Man and horse bothseemed immense. The spiked ball swung in a lazy circle. Tyrion’s hands were numb164, his visionblurred, his scabbard empty. “Yield or die,” the knight declared, his flail165 whirling faster and faster.
Tyrion lurched to his feet, driving his head into the horse’s belly. The animal gave a hideousscream and reared. It tried to twist away from the agony, a shower of blood and viscera poured downover Tyrion’s face, and the horse fell like an avalanche166. The next he knew, his visor was packed withmud and something was crushing his foot. He wriggled167 free, his throat so tight he could scarce talk.
“… yield …” he managed to croak161 faintly.
“Yes,” a voice moaned, thick with pain.
Tyrion scraped the mud off his helm so he could see again. The horse had fallen away from him,onto its rider. The knight’s leg was trapped, the arm he’d used to break his fall twisted at a grotesqueangle. “Yield,” he repeated. Fumbling at his belt with his good hand, he drew a sword and flung it atTyrion’s feet. “I yield, my lord.”
Dazed, the dwarf knelt and lifted the blade. Pain hammered through his elbow when he moved hisarm. The battle seemed to have moved beyond him. No one remained on his part of the field save alarge number of corpses168. Ravens169 were already circling and landing to feed. He saw that Ser Kevanhad brought up his center in support of the van; his huge mass of pikemen had pushed the northernersback against the hills. They were struggling on the slopes, pikes thrusting against another wall ofshields, these oval and reinforced with iron studs. As he watched, the air filled with arrows again, andthe men behind the oak wall crumbled170 beneath the murderous fire. “I believe you are losing, ser,” hetold the knight under the horse. The man made no reply.
The sound of hooves coming up behind him made him whirl, though he could scarcely lift thesword he held for the agony in his elbow. Bronn reined171 up and looked down on him.
“Small use you turned out to be,” Tyrion told him.
“It would seem you did well enough on your own,” Bronn answered. “You’ve lost the spike offyour helm, though.”
Tyrion groped at the top of the greathelm. The spike had snapped off clean. “I haven’t lost it. Iknow just where it is. Do you see my horse?”
By the time they found it, the trumpets had sounded again and Lord Tywin’s reserve camesweeping up along the river. Tyrion watched his father fly past, the crimson-and-gold banner ofLannister rippling172 over his head as he thundered across the field. Five hundred knights surroundedhim, sunlight flashing off the points of their lances. The remnants of the Stark lines shattered likeglass beneath the hammer of their charge.
With his elbow swollen173 and throbbing174 inside his armor, Tyrion made no attempt to join theslaughter. He and Bronn went looking for his men. Many he found among the dead. Ulf son of Umarlay in a pool of congealing175 blood, his arm gone at the elbow, a dozen of his Moon Brothers sprawledaround him. Shagga was slumped beneath a tree, riddled176 with arrows, Conn’s head in his lap. Tyrionthought they were both dead, but as he dismounted, Shagga opened his eyes and said, “They havekilled Conn son of Coratt.” Handsome Conn had no mark but for the red stain over his breast, wherethe spear thrust had killed him. When Bronn pulled Shagga to his feet, the big man seemed to noticethe arrows for the first time. He plucked them out one by one, cursing the holes they had made in his layers of mail and leather, and yowling like a babe at the few that had buried themselves in hisflesh. Chella daughter of Cheyk rode up as they were yanking arrows out of Shagga, and showedthem four ears she had taken. Timett they discovered looting the bodies of the slain177 with his BurnedMen. Of the three hundred clansmen who had ridden to battle behind Tyrion Lannister, perhaps halfhad survived.
dthem four ears she had taken. Timett they discovered looting the bodies of the slain with his BurnedMen. Of the three hundred clansmen who had ridden to battle behind Tyrion Lannister, perhaps halfhad survived.
He left the living to look after the dead, sent Bronn to take charge of his captive knight, and wentalone in search of his father. Lord Tywin was seated by the river, sipping178 wine from a jeweled cup ashis squire undid179 the fastenings on his breastplate. “A fine victory,” Ser Kevan said when he sawTyrion. “Your wild men fought well.”
His father’s eyes were on him, pale green flecked with gold, so cool they gave Tyrion a chill. “Didthat surprise you, Father?” he asked. “Did it upset your plans? We were supposed to be butchered,were we not?”
Lord Tywin drained his cup, his face expressionless. “I put the least disciplined men on the left,yes. I anticipated that they would break. Robb Stark is a green boy, more like to be brave than wise.
I’d hoped that if he saw our left collapse180, he might plunge181 into the gap, eager for a rout42. Once he wasfully committed, Ser Kevan’s pikes would wheel and take him in the flank, driving him into the riverwhile I brought up the reserve.”
“And you thought it best to place me in the midst of this carnage, yet keep me ignorant of yourplans.”
“A feigned rout is less convincing,” his father said, “and I am not inclined to trust my plans to aman who consorts182 with sellswords and savages.”
“A pity my savages ruined your dance.” Tyrion pulled off his steel gauntlet and let it fall to theground, wincing183 at the pain that stabbed up his arm.
“The Stark boy proved more cautious than I expected for one of his years,” Lord Tywin admitted,“but a victory is a victory. You appear to be wounded.”
Tyrion’s right arm was soaked with blood. “Good of you to notice, Father,” he said throughclenched teeth. “Might I trouble you to send for your maesters? Unless you relish184 the notion of havinga one-armed dwarf for a son …”
An urgent shout of “Lord Tywin!” turned his father’s head before he could reply. Tywin Lannisterrose to his feet as Ser Addam Marbrand leapt down off his courser. The horse was lathered185 andbleeding from the mouth. Ser Addam dropped to one knee, a rangy man with dark copper186 hair that fellto his shoulders, armored in burnished bronzed steel with the fiery187 tree of his House etched black onhis breastplate. “My liege, we have taken some of their commanders. Lord Cerwyn, Ser WylisManderly, Harrion Karstark, four Freys. Lord Hornwood is dead, and I fear Roose Bolton has escapedus.”
“And the boy?” Lord Tywin asked.
Ser Addam hesitated. “The Stark boy was not with them, my lord. They say he crossed at the Twinswith the great part of his horse, riding hard for Riverrun.”
A green boy, Tyrion remembered, more like to be brave than wise. He would have laughed, if hehadn’t hurt so much.
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