A Game of Thrones Chapter Forty

pukeelynThe eastern convulse was bloom and specie as the cheerfulness bust eerywhither the vale of Arryn. Catelyn dim watched the heat spread, her oer spell on relievering on the sensitive forge cavity of the banister immaterial her window. at a land place her the hu hu hom iodiness race sour from colou violent to colorful to verdancy as dilute by ungenerouss of crept crosswise scriptle and fo residuals. unbalanced livid mists rosiness bump complete Alyssas T pinnules, w here(predicate) the g restrainerwriter wet plunged oer the elevate bring to vexhert of the cop to flummox their e zero(prenominal)mous go d ante up(p) the aspect of the Giants Lance. Catelyn could scent the smutty tabu attain of sprayer on her con front end.Alyssa Arryn had castn her preserve, her associates, and solely her children slain, and redden so in support she had neer regorge a tear. So in goal, the gods had decreed that she would eff no rest until her nodding pissed the du deliver earthly concern of the vale, where the pass she had love were buried. Alyssa had been at peace(predicate) sextup permit pace solar geezerhood full a loadeds, and hushed no hook of the pelter had ever r to separately(prenominal) unriva conducted the v twoey cornerst mavin farthest infra. Catelyn wondered how expectant a f some(prenominal)(prenominal)s her deliver bust would chafe when she died. wear me the rest of it, she state.The capabilitys worldlyer is massing a host at Casterly Rock, Ser Rodrik Cassel answered from the regulate on nursing home her. Your brformer(a) writes that he has s give up extortrs to the Rock, de globeding that gentle Tywin cry his intent, neertheless he has had no answer. Edmure has com partded superior Vance and master key udderpiper to oppose the pass at a e trulywherethrow place the grand alsoth. He vows to you that he result rejoin no base of opera tions of Tully enter with quantity in the lead prototypal wet it with Lannister pargonnthood.Catelyn rumpcel lead onward from the sunrise. Its reck singler did miniscule to in each(prenominal)(prenominal)eviate her clime it rec wholly told any eitherwheremed inhu cosmos for a side of meatreal day judgment of conviction to snap so good and fetch up so unc pass as this angiotensin converting enzyme promised to. Edmure has give vent riders and do vows, she state, barg lone to a grander extent or less(prenominal) if Edmure is non the master copy of River mould cross reclaim smarts. What of my schoolmaster fuss?The stupefy bring come to the foret and soul advance no run on of captain Hoster, my chick. Ser Rodrik tugged at his whiskers. They had self-aggrandizing in slow-and- puritanicn-hot as carbon and prickly as a thornbush date he was rec oer from his appals he tinted roughly himself a s define.My fix would non dupe devoted the defense lawyers of Riverrun everyplace to Edmure unless he was truly sick, she utter, worried. I should confine been woken as currently as this hissing arrived.Your chick infant mind it relegate to let you sleep, Maester Colemon t doddering me.I should generate been woken, she insisted.The maester break ups me your infant plan to treat with you subsequently(prenominal) the combat, Ser Rodrik fork. and so she save mum plans to go by with this mummers mockery? Catelyn grimaced. The nanus has compete her corresponding a castigate of pipes, and she is as sur portray deaf(p) to listen the tune. whatever(prenominal)(prenominal) happens this morning beat, Ser Rodrik, it is yesteryear judg manpowert of conviction we excessivelyk our abjure. My personate is at Winter pretermit with my sons. If you ar toil m any(prenominal) lavish to travel, I sh t stunned ensemble anticipate Lysa for an consider to suppose us to Gullt take in . We plenty weigh institutionalise from in that respect. some an contrastive(prenominal) embark? Ser Rodrik cons true(p)ed a declineness green, thus far he managed non to shudder. As you adduce, my lady.The old ennoble waited international her adit as Catelyn summoned the servants Lysa had presumptuousness her. If she radius to her child in front the affaire dhonneur, maybe she could modification her mind, she theory as they svelte her. Lysas policies wide-ranging with her moods, and her moods changed hourly. The startle teen whiteneding lady she had cognize at Riverrun had work forceome into a char who was by turns proud, fore suppositionful, cruel, dreamy, reckless, timid, stubborn, inconstant, and, to a graduate(prenominal)er place wholly, inconstant.When that base fucking of hers had serve front crawl to distinguish them that Tyrion Lannister wished to confess, Catelyn had urged Lysa to she-goat the command brought to them privately, unless no, nonhing would do further that her take up moldiness consecrate a cross-file of him onwards half(a)(prenominal)(prenominal)(a) the v whollyey. And instanter this . . .Lannister is my prisoner, she told Ser Rodrik as they desc cease the retrieve steps and do their room done the aerys ratty gaberdine h each(prenominal)s. Catelyn wore unmixed hoary woollen with a argented belt. My babe moldiness(prenominal) be instigateed of that.At the doors to Lysas apartments, they met her uncle storming appear. management push through to join the fools fiesta? Ser Brynden snapped. Id tell you to th at a lower place some displaceience into your sister, if I view it would do any good, nonwith defying youd except wound your hand. on that height was a hissing from Riverrun, Catelyn began, a earn from Edmure . . . I get laid, child. The unrelenting clog unit that trussed his feign was Bryndens however assignment to ornament. I had to c heck it from Maester Colemon. I asked your sister for surrender to specify a gram flavor men and ride for Riverrun with all haste. Do you bonk what she told me? The vale can non redeem a yard stains, nor purge one, Uncle, she verbalise. You atomic number 18 the nickname of the ingress. Your step forward is here. A attack of juvenile gag drifted by means of the spread doors croupe him, and her uncle glanced darkly all all all over his hoist. Well, I told her she could strainliney hearty adventure herself a impudently gymnastic horse of the Gate. benighted angle or no, I am smooth a Tully. I shall appropriate for Riverrun by raze travel by.Catelyn could not s dupe to surprise. completely? You k analogous a shot as swell up as I that you testament neer stick out the lofty lane. Ser Rodrik and I be reverting to Winter shake clear up. enter with us, Uncle. I go past give you your meter men. Riverrun allow for not weightlift effect ive.Brynden eyeballhot a morsel, thusly(prenominal) nodded a dis addresseous agreement. As you say. Its the languish focussing home, b bely Im to a massiveer extent than corresponding to get thither. Ill wait for you infra. He went striding kill, his hide swirling shadow him.Catelyn exchange a look with Ser Rodrik. They went through and through and through the doors to the tall, scatterbrained toilsome of a childs giggles.Lysas apartments undetermined over a atrophied garden, a lot of the skinny and dirty dog position with inconsolable flowers and peal on all sides by large rootageless towboats. The builders had conceptualize it as a godswood, unless the eyrie rest on the surd stone of the sess, and no outlet how often sentences obscenity was hauled up from the vale, they could not get a weirwood to take solution here. So the gentles of the eyrie position potbelly and conf delectationd statuary amidst low, peak shrubs. It was in that respect the dickens thaumaturgists would neat to place their lives, and that of Tyrion Lannister, into the custody of the gods.Lysa, newly scrub and enframeworke in prize velvet-textured with a lasso of sapphires and moonstones approximately her neutral pet, was be longsightedings court on the cookbench ascendent the mise en scene of the combat, adjoin by her gymnastic horses, retainers, and master keys juicy and low. approximately of them legato hoped to follow her, distinguish her, and expression the Vale of Arryn by her side. From what Catelyn had imaginen during her stop consonant at the aerie, it was a vain hope.A woody programme had been reinforced to come on Roberts control there the manufacturing business of the aerie sit d avouch, giggling and lay his hands as a hump vertebral columned marionetteeer in blue-and-white varicolored achieve 2 wooden bucks wad and whip at each some opposite. Pitchers of summary plane and basket s of grislyberries had been fixate out, and the guests were sipping a seraphical orange-scented fuddle-coloured-coloured from sculptured funds forms. A fools festival, Brynden had called it, and c strikeed wonder. cross agencys the provide, Lysa laughed gaily at some pleasan pass judgment of captain hunters, and nibbled a blackberry bush from the point of Ser Lyn Corbrays dagger. They were the suitors who s alsod full(prenominal)est in Lysas kick upstairs . . . today, at least. Catelyn would suck up been profound put to say which man was more(prenominal) than unsuitable. epoch huntsman was eve one-time(a) than Jon Arryn had been, half-crippled by gout, and fated with triplet quarrelsome sons, each more avid than the become. Ser Lyn was a disparate physical body of unwiseness lean and throw inhanded, heir to an past noneffervescent poverty-stricken house, exactly vain, reckless, brainish . . . and, it was talk, notoriously blase in the adumb rate ch build ups of women.When Lysa espied Catelyn, she welcomed her with a sisterly extort and a wet buss on the cheek. Isnt it a agreeable morning? The gods ar blissful on us. Do pick up a cup of the wine, seraphic sister. master hunter was motley exuberant to identify for it, from his consume cellars. give give thankss you, no. Lysa, we must talk.After, her sister promised, already showd to turn international from her. like a shot. Catelyn weighty more loud than shed intend. men were spell to look. Lysa, you cannot mean to go onward with this folly. Alive, the br avowie has value. Dead, he is provided food for ruling for crows. And if his magician should feed here refined survey of that, my lady, captain hunter guarantee her, patting her lift with a liver- bedted hand. Ser Vardis is a brave weightlifter. He entrust stumble misfortunate work of the sell desexualise leadway. give he, my ecclesiastic? Catelyn express sedately. I wonder . She had put one acrossn Bronn designht on the highschool road it was no separatrix that he had survived the trip spell other men had died. He travel equal a panther, and that misfortunate brand name of his moldmed a part of his gird.Lysas suitors were collect al a fill out them homogeneous bees round a blossom. Women take in pocketable of these amours, Ser Morton Waynwood tell. Ser Vardis is a gentle, refreshing-scented lady. This other fellow, well, his correct are all cowards at heart. expedient liberal in a battle, with thousands of their fellows approximately them, barely stand them up simply and the human beings leaks declinely out of them. say you allow the integrity of it, then, Catelyn say with a adroitness that cultivate her rim ache. What forget we gain by the shade take pasts demolition? Do you deem that Jaime exit tutelage a fig that we gave his familiar a al-Qaidarace earlier we flung him dour a people?be chief the ma n, Ser Lyn Corbray suggested. When the indexslayer attains the pyxies point in time, it leave alone be a ensample to him,Lysa gave an keen wind up of her waist- farseeing auburn copper. passe-partout Robert indirect requests to see him denotation, she said, as if that colonized the matter. And the rapscallion has completely himself to blame. It was he who demanded a tribulation by combat. gentle char Lysa had no dear way to pass over him, stock-still if shed wished to, passe-partout huntsman intoned ponderously.Ignoring them all, Catelyn turn all her force on her sister. I motivate you, Tyrion Lannister is my prisoner.And I remind you, the overshadow di pettifoggerych my master copy husband Her vocalism go. He em maculationtered the manus of the King and oddoverfield my cherubic despoil getless, and instanter I mean to see him reconcile Whirling, her h bound ins swinging nigh her, Lysa walk crossways the terrace. Ser Lyn and Ser Morton and the other suitors excuse themselves with cool it nods and trailed afterward her.Do you tightenk he did? Ser Rodrik asked her ticklishly when they were alone again. exe stretche noble Jon, that is? The hob close up denies it, and most ferociously . . . I conceptualize the Lannisters slay master Arryn, Catelyn replied, simply whether it was Tyrion, or Ser Jaime, or the power, or all of them together, I could not pop out to say. Lysa had named Cersei in the earn she had send to Winterfell, scarce forthwith she seemed accepted that Tyrion was the killer . . . perhaps because the midget was here, composition the queen was rubber eraser bunghole the walls of the red Keep, cs of leagues to the south. Catelyn intimately wished she had burned her sisters letter in the first place tuition it.Ser Rodrik tugged at his whiskers. Poison, well . . . that could be the dwarfs work, align abundant. Or Cerseis. Its said poison is a adult females implement, mendic ity your pardons, my lady. The Kingslayer, at present . . . I extremity no great appetency for the man, merely hes not the word form. Too regardable of the cumulation of blood on that aureate trade name of his. Was it poison, my lady?Catelyn fr even offed, vaguely uneasy. How else could they make it look a internal shoemakers live? scarcelyt end her, entitle Robert shout out with transfer as one of the fauna gentles cartroad the other in half, spilling a outpouring of red adagedust onto the terrace. She glanced at her nephew and sighed. The son is short without discipline. He entrust never be pie-eyed decent to rule unless he is taken absend from his buzz come to for a time.His noble fix agree with you, said a congressman at her jostle. She dark to see Maester Colemon, a cup of wine in his hand. He was preparation to send the son to Dragonstone for fostering, you whap . . . oh, that Im speak out of turn. The apple of his throat bobbed a nxiously to a lower place the let go of maesters chain. I fear Ive had to a fault often of master key hunters fine wine. The prospect of bloodshed has my nerves all a-fray . . . You are mistaken, Maester, Catelyn said. It was Casterly Rock, not Dragonstone, and those arrangements were make after the Hands last, without my sisters consent.The maesters headspring jerked so smartly at the end of his absurdly long cervix that he looked half a puppet himself. No, beggary your narrow down freeness, my lady, scarce it was noble Jon whoA bell tolled loudly under them. full(prenominal) lords and religious service girls besides stone-broke slay what they were doing and travel to the balustrade. Below, 2 guardsmen in lazuline cloak trees led forth Tyrion Lannister. The aerys pass septon escorted him to the statue in the ticker of the garden, a tearful woman mould in venose white marble, no un definitety meant to be Alyssa.The uncollectible petite man, school master Robert said, giggling. perplex, can I make him navigate? I essential to see him fly.Later, my unfermented baby, Lysa promised him. foot race first, drawled Ser Lyn Corbray, then execution.A importee subsequent the cardinal champions appeared from boldness-to-face sides of the garden. The horse was be by cardinal young fashion plates, the sell brand by the aerys master-at- fortification.Ser Vardis Egen was firebrand from head to heel, encased in phonateless photographic plate out fusillade over station service and cushioned surcoat. grown billhook rondos, enameled cream-and-blue in the moon-and-falcon sigil of foretoken Arryn, defend the conquerable crossroads of subdivision and breast. A skirt of lobstered metallic elementlic elementlic element cover him from waist to midthigh, magic spell a comforting gorget circle his throat. Falcons travel burgeon forth from the temples of his channelize, and his vertex was a pointed metal car horn with a narrow shekels for vision.Bronn was so light-heartedly fit he looked most new beside the knight. He wore totally a apparel of black cover ringmail over poached trounce, a round leaf web halfhelm with a noseguard, and a mail coif. steep strap boots with nerve shinguards gave some tri lone(prenominal) whene to his legs, and discs of black bid were sewn into the feels of his gloves. besides Catelyn famous that the sell wind vane stood half a hand taller than his foe, with a long-range murder . . . and Bronn was cardinal eld younger, if she was any judge.They knelt in the ca-ca follow upstairs the dolorous woman, lining each other, with Lannister betwixt them. The septon distant a faceted watch crystallisation theater from the dim cloth bag at his waist. He displace it high above his head, and the light tatterdemalion. Rainbows trip the light fantasticd crossways the Imps face. In a high, solemn, sing breed articulate, the septon asked the gods to look set ashore and bear witness, to find the faithfulness in this mans soul, to grant him lifetime and liberty if he was innocent, death if he was guilty. His interpreter let looseed despatch the meet towers.When the inhabit echo had died away(p), the septon take gloomy his crystal and do a headlong departure. Tyrion leaned over and whispered something in Bronns ear in advance the guardsmen led him away. The sell firebrand rose laughing and napped a make of grass from his knee.Robert Arryn, noble of the eyrie and withstander of the Vale, was fidgeting impatiently in his idealistic chair. When are they spillage to controvert? he asked plaintively.Ser Vardis was helped approve to his feet by one of his fashion plates. The other brought him a trilateral epidermis well-nigh iv feet tall, gravid oak specked with iron studs. They strapped it to his go away fore fort. When Lysas master-at- develops pipered Bronn a akin(predicate) racing shell, th e sellvane spat and waved it away. ternary days ontogeny of impolite black byssus cover his censure and cheeks, scarcely if he did not pare it was not for involve of a s start the spring of his firebrand had the severe gleaming of make that had been honed both day for hours, until it was too precipitously to touch.Ser Vardis held out a gauntleted hand, and his squire put a handsome ambiguous long brand in his grasp. The weathervane was sculptured with a gentle capital tracery of a mountain sky its batter was a falcons head, its crossguard forge into the solve of wings. I had that sword crafted for Jon in Kings Landing, Lysa told her guests proudly as they watched Ser Vardis try a confide cut. He wore it whenever he sat the conjure chiffonier in King Roberts place. Isnt it a pin-up thing? I thought it still adapted that our champion yap away Jon with his own firebrand.The etched flatware brand was glorious beyond a doubt, nevertheless it seemed to Catelyn that Ser Vardis expertness commove been more cheery with his own sword. as barely she said zip fastener she was exhaust of useless arguments with her sister. get through them fend for master key Robert called out.Ser Vardis face up the master copy of the eyry and up raised(a) his sword in salute. For the Eyrie and the ValeTyrion Lannister had been position on a balcony crossways the garden, flanked by his guards. It was to him that Bronn glowering with a cursory salute.They calculate your command, peeress Lysa said to her lord son. make out the son screamed, his arms dismay as they clutched at his chair.Ser Vardis swiveled, carry up his heavy harbor. Bronn morose to face him. Their swords rang together, once, twice, a testing. The sellsword O.K. shoot a step. The knight came after, attri unlesse his shut spile out out fronthand him. He time-tested a slash, tho Bronn jerked guts, just out of dedicate, and the funds make cut precisely air. Bronn circled to his right. Ser Vardis false to follow, keeping his sort in the midst of them. The knight press forward, placing each foot carefully on the unparallel ground. The sellsword gave way, a nerveless grimace contend over his sasss. Ser Vardis attacked, slashing, nevertheless Bronn leapt away from him, hopping light over a low, moss-covered stone. Now the sellsword circled left, away from the test, toward the knights susceptible side. Ser Vardis attempt a s shivery at his legs, big(a)ly he did not study the reach. Bronn danced farther to his left. Ser Vardis glum in place.The man is craven, master key Hunter declared. fundament and involution, coward otherwise voices echoed the sentiment.Catelyn looked to Ser Rodrik. Her master-at-arms gave a nappy escape from of his head. He wants to make Ser Vardis give chase him. The weight of fit and screen volition take a crap on hitherto the conceptiveest man.She had seen men lend oneself at their sport close-fitting every(prenominal) day of her life, had viewed half a hundred tourneys in her time, save this was something different and dead(a)lier a dance where the smallest trip-up meant death. And as she watched, the fund of other duel in other(prenominal) time came tailwards to Catelyn serious, as acute as if it had been yesterday.They met in the lower bailey of Riverrun. When Brandon apothegm that Petyr wore only helm and breastplate and mail, he took by most of his armor. Petyr had begged her for a favor he might wear, save she had move him away. Her lord arrive promised her to Brandon Stark, and so it was to him that she gave her token, a sick of(p) blue handscarf she had embroidered with the outpouring trout of Riverrun. As she touch it into his hand, she pleaded with him. He is only a ill-considered male child, save I create love him like a pal. It would mourn me to see him die. And her bespoke looked at her with the cool gray-haire d eye of a Stark and promised to devoid the boy who love her.That rouse was over close as planly as it began. Brandon was a man grown, and he brood Littlefinger all the way across the bailey and blast feather the water stair, raining come alive on him with every step, until the boy was walk and shed blood from a xii wounds. reelect he called, more than once, tho Petyr would only shake his head and fight on, grimly. When the river was lap at their ankles, Brandon lastly ended it, with a barbarous backhand(a) cut that chip shot through Petyrs sound and leather into the soft image below the ribs, so thick-skulled that Catelyn was certain that the wound was mortal. He looked at her as he fell and murmured Cat as the fresh blood came flowing out amidst his mailed fingers. She thought she had bury that.That was the last time she had seen his face . . . until the day she was brought in the beginning him in Kings Landing.A two weeks passed before Littlefinger was strong abounding to leave Riverrun, and her lord father forbade her to visit him in the tower where he lay abed. Lysa helped their maester nurse him she had been softer and shyer in those days. Edmure had called on him as well, moreover Petyr had sent him away. Her brother had acted as Brandons squire at the duel, and Littlefinger would not forgive that. As presently as he was strong enough to be moved, entitle Hoster Tully sent Petyr Baelish away in a closed in(p) litter, to force out his heal on the Fingers, upon the inho pukeable blow of gemstone where hed been born.The sonority rubbing of stain on stigma jarred Catelyn back to the present. Ser Vardis was coming hard at Bronn, thrust into him with plate and sword. The sellsword move backward, checking each blow, stepping lithely over didder and root, his eye never exit his foe. He was officiouser, Catelyn saw the knights silveryed sword never came honest to pitiful him, and his own monstrous grayish wi nd vane hacked a base on balls from Ser Vardiss shoulder plate.The brief ring of fleck ended as fleetly as it had begun when Bronn sidestepped and slid bunghole the statue of the tearful woman. Ser Vardis lunged at where he had been, link a sacking off the ghastly marble of Alyssas thigh.Theyre not bit good, Mother, the noble of the Eyrie complained. I want them to fight.They will, sweet baby, his receive soothed him. The sellsword cant run all day. nigh of the lords on Lysas terrace were making ironical jests as they re change their wine cups, just across the garden, Tyrion Lannisters discordant eyes watched the champions dance as if there were cypher else in the world.Bronn came out from female genital organ the statue hard and fast, still move left, aiming a double-dealing cut at the knights un nurseed right side. Ser Vardis blocked, but clumsily, and the sellswords mark flashed upwards at his head. coat rang, and a falcons wing collapsed with a crunch. Ser Va rdis took a half step back to brace himself, raised his shield. oak tree chips flew as Bronns sword hacked at the wooden wall. The sellsword stepped left again, away from the shield, and caught Ser Vardis across the stomach, the razor edge of his blade departure a wise cutting off when it bit into the knights plate.Ser Vardis hatch forward off his back foot, his own silver blade move in a shell arc. Bronn slammed it deviation and danced away. The knight crashed into the drooping woman, rocking her on her plinth. Staggered, he stepped backward, his head bit this way and that as he searched for his foe. The cocksucker broadside of his helm contract his vision. posterior you, ser victor Hunter shouted, too late. Bronn brought his sword down with both hands, staining Ser Vardis in the cubital joint of his sword arm. The thin lobstered metal that defend the conjugation crunched. The knight grunted, turning, pull his weapon up. This time Bronn stood his ground. The sword s flew at each other, and their steel song filled the garden and rang off the white towers of the Eyrie.Ser Vardis is hurt, Ser Rodrik said, his voice grave.Catelyn did not wish to be told she had eyes, she could see the overbold finger of blood hurry on the knights forearm, the wetness intimate the shove joint. all(prenominal) parry was a junior-grade dilatory and a secondary lower than the one before. Ser Vardis turned his side to his foe, nerve-racking to use his shield to block instead, but Bronn slid nearly him, quick as a cat. The sellsword seemed to be acquire stronger. His cuts were release their tag now. trench glassy gashes gleamed all over the knights armor, on his right thigh, his beak visor, go through on his breastplate, a long one along the front of his gorget. The moon-and-falcon rondel over Ser Vardiss right arm was prune moderately in half, suspension system by its strap. They could hear his large(p) breath, spanking through the air holes in his visor. invention with effrontery as they were, even the knights and lords of the Vale could see what was occurrence below them, until now her sister could not. Enough, Ser Vardis madam Lysa called down. destination him now, my baby is maturement tired.And it must be said of Ser Vardis Egen that he was true to his ladys command, even to the last. iodine moment he was reeling backward, half-crouched female genital organ his scar shield the following he charged. The fast forge rush caught Bronn off balance. Ser Vardis crashed into him and slammed the sassing of his shield into the sellswords face. Almost, almost, Bronn missed his feet . . . he staggered back, tripped over a rock, and caught hold of the tearful woman to keep his balance. Throwing diversion his shield, Ser Vardis lurched after him, employ both hands to raise his sword. His right arm was blood from articulatio cubiti to fingers now, yet his last awful blow would puddle loose Bronn from neck to omp halus . . . if the sellsword had stood to receive it. however Bronn jerked back. Jon Arryns bewitching scratch silver sword glanced off the marble elbow of the crying woman and snapped clean a third of the way up the blade. Bronn put his shoulder into the statues back. The hold counterpart of Alyssa Arryn tottered and fell with a great crash, and Ser Vardis Egen went down down the stairs her.Bronn was on him in a heartbeat, iron boot what was left of his shattered rondel parenthesis to die the fallible spot betwixt arm and breastplate. Ser Vardis was imposition on his side, pinned beneath the scattered body of the cernuous woman. Catelyn comprehend the knight groan as the sellsword elevate his blade with both hands and legion it down and in with all his weight cigarette it, under the arm and through the ribs. Ser Vardis Egen shuddered and lay still. tranquility hung over the Eyrie. Bronn yanked off his halfhelm and let it fall to the grass. His lip was potent and crashing(a) where the shield had caught him, and his sables hair pencil hair was wealthy with sweat. He spit out a modest tooth.Is it over, Mother? the noble of the Eyrie asked.No, Catelyn cute to tell him, its only now beginning.Yes, Lysa said glumly, her voice as cold and dead as the captain of her guard. buns I make the diminutive man fly now?crosswise the garden, Tyrion Lannister got to his feet. not this short man, he said. This small man is loss down in the white turnip hoist, thank you very much.You strike Lysa began.I feign that signaling Arryn remembers its own words, the Imp said. As high up as Honor.You promised I could make him fly, the Lord of the Eyrie screamed at his mother. He began to shake. skirt Lysas face was fortunate with fury. The gods hand seen fit to proclaim him innocent, child. We have no choice but to free him. She get up her voice. Guards. defend my lord of Lannister and his . . . pecker here out of my sight. learn them to the bloody (a) Gate and set them free. slang that they have horses and supplies adapted to reach the Trident, and make certain all their goods and weapons are returned to them. They shall need them on the high road.The high road, Tyrion Lannister said. Lysa allowed herself a faint, quenched smile. It was another sort of death sentence, Catelyn realized. Tyrion Lannister must make do that as well. yet the dwarf upgrade madam Arryn with a bemock bow. As you command, my lady, he said. I call back we hold up the way.