Chapter 33 Chapter 32 Tyrion

Tyrion Lannister stood in the cold dawn, watching Chiggen butcher his steed, adding to his mind the debt the Starks owed him.The mercenary cut open the horse's belly with a skinning knife, and steam came out of the carcass immediately.He uses both hands, skilled operation, not wasting a single knife.It should have been done quickly, before the shadow cats on the mountain came smelling blood. "None of us will go hungry tonight," Bronn said.He was as thin as a bone, but also as strong as a bone, with black eyes and black hair, and a short beard, he looked like a black shadow. "Not really," Tyrion told him. "I'm not interested in horse meat, especially not in eating my own horse."

"It's all meat anyway," Bronn shrugged. "The Dothraki love horse meat more than beef or pork." "Do you think I look like a Dothraki?" said Tyrion coldly.It was true that the Dothraki ate horsemeat, and they left the deformed ones to fend for themselves to the wild dogs that followed the khalasar.Their customs really did not appeal to him very much. Chiggen cut off a thin slice of bloody flesh from the horse carcass, and held it up in the air for a closer look. "Short man, do you want to have a bite first?" "This mare was my twenty-third name-day present from my brother Jaime," said Tyrion flatly.

"Then if you still live to see him, thank you for us." Chigen grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and then swallowed the piece of raw meat in two bites. "It's a nice horse." "It's even better with fried onions," suggested Bronn. Tyrion limped away without a word.He felt chills to the bone, and his legs were so sore that he could barely move.Perhaps he was lucky that his mare died, because he still had to go.Eat something every night, take a short nap on the hard and cold rock, and then go on the road again, so day after day, only the gods in the sky know when it will end. "Fuck her," he murmured, remembering what had happened as he struggled up the hill to get back to his captors. "Everyone named Stark deserves to die."

Looking back on what happened before, I still feel very uncomfortable.He had just ordered dinner a second ago, and in the blink of an eye, everyone in the room drew their knives at each other. Jack was about to draw out his weapon, and the fat proprietress screamed, "My lords, please don't use any knives or guns here." Tyrion grabbed Jack's arm before the two of them were chopped into pieces together. "Jack, where's your politeness? Didn't our kind boss tell you not to use knives and guns? Why don't you do it quickly." He forced a smile, thinking that it must be ugly in the eyes of others. "Lady Stark, I think you must be mistaken. I have nothing to do with your lord's affairs. I swear on my honor—"

"Honor to the Lannisters," was all she said, and held up her hand for the whole room to see. "This scar is from his dagger. He sent someone to cut my son's throat with that knife." Tyrion could only feel the anger rising in the crowd around him, fanned to smoke by the wound on the Stark woman's hand. "Kill him," said a drunk whore behind him, and the others followed suit so fast he couldn't believe it.They were strangers to each other, and they were quite friendly just now, but now they demanded his life like a bloodthirsty hound gnawing at him. Tyrion raised his voice, trying to hide the tremor in his voice: "If Lady Stark finds me responsible for some crimes, I will be more than happy to explain it to her."

This is the only way.Trying to break out is digging your own grave.A dozen men drew swords at the Stark woman's plea: the Harrenhal warrior, the three Brackens, and a couple of nasty sellswords who looked like they could kill him by spitting. , and a bunch of peasants who had no idea what they were doing.What did Tyrion have against these people?Jack's sword is not bad, but Morris is not good at all. He is a groom, cook and attendant who takes care of daily life. He is not made for war.As for Yoren, no matter what he thought, the brother in black had sworn to have nothing to do with any disputes in the kingdom.Yoren would just stand by and watch.

Sure enough, when the old knight beside Catelyn Stark shouted "Confiscate their weapons", the brothers in black stood aside quietly.Mercenary Bronn stepped forward, took the sword from Jack, and found all their daggers. "Very good," said the old man.The tension in the room visibly eased. "Well done." Tyrion recognized the gruff voice as the Master of Winterfell, shaved only. The fat landlady pleaded with Catelyn Stark, a stream of red spittle spat out of her mouth: "Don't kill him here!" "Don't kill him anywhere," suggested Tyrion.

"Ma'am, if you want to kill me, please go to another place to kill me. Don't get blood everywhere. I don't want to get into trouble with the officials." "We're taking him back to Winterfell," she said, and Tyrion thought, if so, perhaps .What he saw did not make him despair.Oh, the Stark woman was astute, no doubt about it.She first forced them to publicly acknowledge her master's oath to her father, and then asked them to draw their swords to help, not to mention that she was just a weak woman.Yes, this trick is powerful.She didn't win too thoroughly, however.According to his rough estimate, there were nearly fifty people in the dining room.Catelyn Stark only talked about a dozen people, while others were confused, scared, and indifferent.Tyrion noticed that only two of the Freys were ready to respond, and they quickly sat back down when the leader remained silent.If he didn't dare, otherwise he really wanted to laugh.

"Winterfell, just go," he said.This will be a long journey, and he himself has just come from the opposite direction, so he has a personal experience.No one can tell what changes will happen along the way. "But I'm leaving without saying goodbye, my dad might be worried about me," he added, looking at the wandering swordsman who had volunteered his room just now. "Whoever tells him what happened today, he will definitely reward him heavily." Of course, Duke Tywin would not be like this, and Tyrion planned to find a way to make up for it after he got away. Ser Rodrik looked worriedly at his mistress. The old fellow had no good tricks. "His people are going with him." The old knight announced, "Please don't make any publicity about what happened just now."

Tyrion couldn't help laughing with difficulty.Don't show off?Old fool.Unless everyone in the hotel is arrested, the news will spread as soon as the front foot steps out the door.The wandering samurai with the gold coins in his pocket must have rushed to Casterly Rock to report the news, and if he didn't go, someone else would.Yoren would carry the news south, and that foolish singer might write a ballad about it.The Freys will report back to their master. What he will do next, only the gods in the sky will know.Lord Walder Frey may be sworn to Riverrun, but he has lived a long time by being cautious and always on the winning side.At least he'd send birds with messages to King's Landing, and probably more than that.

Catelyn Stark wasted no time. "We're leaving right away. We need horses with plenty of energy and food on the way. You guys, the Stark family will always be grateful to you. If you are willing to help us escort the prisoners to Winterfell, I promise you a great reward." Those idiots waited for this sentence, and immediately swarmed after hearing this.Tyrion scanned their faces, one by one: You will be rewarded, he swore, if not in the way you imagined. They went outside at once and saddled the horses through the rain.They bound Tyrion's hands with thick ropes, but he was not much frightened.He dared to bet that they would never be able to take him back to Winterfell, and within a day, someone would definitely chase him on horseback, why is that so strange?The bird would send a message that the lord of the river region would step in and take the opportunity to please his father.Tyrion was proud of his calculations when he was hooded over his eyes and saddled. They set off in the rain at full speed, and it wasn't long before Tyrion's legs were sore and his hip was hurting.Although Catelyn Stark slowed down after safely away from the hotel, it was still a rough and difficult journey, made worse by being blindfolded.Every turn he was in danger of falling off his horse.The voices heard through the hood were muffled, so he couldn't make out what the people around him were saying.The drizzle soaked the fabric, and the headgear clinged to his face, and it was difficult to breathe afterwards.The thick rope tore at his wrist and seemed to tighten as the night wore on.He was going to sit down and warm himself by the fire and eat the freshly roasted bird, but the damned singer had to open his crow's beak, he thought wretchedly.The damned singer was actually in the team. "It's a story that deserves a lot of praise, and it's certainly my duty," he had told Catelyn Stark when he announced that he would join them so that they could see what this "fantastic adventure" would turn out to be.Tyrion couldn't help thinking: Wait until the Lannister knights catch up with them, you boy will see if this adventure is good. The rain finally stopped when Catelyn Stark ordered a respite, and the dawn seeped through the gaps in the wet cloths.He was pulled off the horse with rough hands and feet, untied the thick ropes around his wrists, and pulled off the hood.When he saw the narrow stone road before him, the increasingly steep and treacherous hills around him, and the jagged snow-covered peaks on the horizon in the distance, all hope in his heart suddenly disappeared. "This is an uphill road." He looked at Madam Stark with a accusing expression, and lost his voice. "It's the road to the east. You said we're going to Winterfell!" Catelyn Stark looked at him with a faint smile. "Say it many times, and very loudly," she agreed. "I'm sure your friends will chase us over there. Good luck to them." Even after all these days, looking back now, he was still irritated.Tyrion has always been proud of his dexterity in his life, because that is the only gift the gods gave him in the sky. Unexpectedly, the she-wolf, Caitlin Stark, who deserves to die seven times, is so superior. She saw through it all, which made him sadder than the fact that he was kidnapped. They only stopped to let the horses eat grass and water, and hurried on the road again.This time they let Tyrion go, they didn't put a hood on him again, and after two days they loosened the ropes that bound his hands, and when they entered the high mountains, they didn't even have to send guards.They didn't seem to be afraid of his escape, so what was there to be afraid of?The terrain here is rugged and treacherous, and the so-called road is just a stone path.Even if he does escape successfully, how far can he run without food and alone?The shadow cats would treat him as a snack, and the clan tribes living in the mountains are even more outlaws who murder and rob, and only the sword can make them submit. Even so, the Stark women urged them on mercilessly.The destination of this trip was clear to him as early as the moment the hood was taken off.The mountains here are the domain of the Arryn family, and the widow of the former Prime Minister is also the Tully family, who is the sister of Catelyn Stark... In other words, she doesn't like the Lannister family very much.During the years that Lady Lysa stayed in King's Landing, Tyrion and her were nodding acquaintances, and at this moment he really didn't want to continue the relationship. His kidnappers gathered by a creek not far from the hillside.The horses had drunk the cold mountain spring and were nibbling on the brown weeds growing from the cracks in the rocks.Jack and Maurice nestled pitifully together, and Morhol stood beside them leaning on a long gun and wearing a round iron helmet, which looked like a big bowl.Marillion sat beside him, oiling the wood harp, complaining that the moisture was bad for the strings. "Ma'am, we really need to rest." The hedge knight Willy Ward was speaking to Catelyn Stark as Tyrion approached.He was the Countess of River Ann's servant, and he seemed tough and callous, but he was the only one in the inn who responded to Catelyn Stark. "Sir Willey is right, madam," said Ser Rodrik. "This is the third horse we have lost—" "If we get caught up by the Lannisters, we will lose more than horses," she reminded them.Her face was weather-beaten and haggard, but her determination remained unabated. "Not likely here," Tyrion put in. "Dwarf, Ma'am didn't ask for your opinion." Kurekite reprimanded.He was a fat, simple-minded man with short hair and a pig's face, one of the Brackens who served as a soldier for Count Jonos.In order to remember these names, Tyrion made a special effort, so that he could thank them for their courtesy in the future.Lannister must pay his debts, and one day Cureket will know that this sentence is not a joke. His friends Laris and Mohor, the kind Sir Willy, and the two mercenaries Bronn Same with Chiggen.As for Marillion, the harp-playing, high-sweet voice trying to rhyme "little devil" with "limping" and "can't walk" so he could write a song about it Dude, he intends to give him a special treat. "Let him speak," ordered Lady Stark. Tyrion Lannister found a rock and sat down. "Our pursuers have probably arrived at the Neck by now, and have chased them all the way along the King's Highway according to your lies...Of course, this is assuming that there are indeed pursuers, and we don't know if there are in fact. Oh, my father has no idea. I have heard the news no doubt... but my father is not very fond of me, so I can't tell if he will make a big deal." This is not entirely a lie, Lord Tywin Lannister does not care whether his deformed son lives or dies, but he absolutely Can't bear the loss of family honor. "It's a cruel place, Lady Stark, and I'm sure there won't be any pursuers until you reach the Vale, but every horse you lose is a burden to others. Worse still, You may not even save my life. I am small and not strong, if I die, it will be a waste of time?" This sentence is completely true, Tyrion really does not know how to torture him like this, he How long can it last. "Lannister, the purpose of this trip is to kill you." Catelyn Stark replied. "I don't think so," said Tyrion. "If you really want me dead, just say so, and your loyal friends will come up and take my life." He looked at Qureket, but the fellow was wise. Too low to hear the sarcasm in it. "The Starks don't take advantage of anyone's danger." "Neither will I," he said, "I'll tell you again, I have nothing to do with the intention to murder your son." "The assassin is holding your dagger." Anger rose in Tyrion's chest. "That's not mine," he said emphatically. "How many times do you have to swear before you believe it? Believe it or not, Lady Stark, I'm not a fool to give my weapons to common thieves. Only an idiot can do that." For a moment he seemed to see suspicion flashing in her eyes, but she said, "Why did Petyr lie to me?" "Why do bears shit in the forest?" he demanded. "It's just in nature. For a person like Littlefinger, lying is as natural as breathing. You should know better than anyone else." She took a step closer to him, her face tensed. "What do you mean, Lannister?" Tyrion raised his head and said, "Well, my lady, how did he open your buds? Everyone in the palace has heard him tell about it." "That's not the case at all!" Catelyn Stark said angrily. "Hey, you little devil is really bad to the bone." Marillian was obviously taken aback. Kurekite drew his sharp dagger of black iron. "Madam, nod your head, and I'll cut off this guy's rotten tongue." Thinking of cutting off his tongue, his pig eyes widened excitedly. Catelyn Stark glared at him with a ruthlessness Tyrion had never seen before. "Petyr Baelish loved me once. He was just a boy. His love was a mistake to both of us, but it was true, pure, childlike love, not for you. Just for fun. He wanted to hold my hand and marry me, that's the truth of the matter. Lannister, you are a hopeless demon." "Then you're hopelessly stupid, Lady Stark. Littlefinger has never loved anyone but himself. I assure you, it's not your fine hands he's bragging to us about, but Your bulging breasts, that delicate little cherry mouth, and that burning fire between your legs." Kurekite grabbed his hair violently and pulled his head back hard, exposing his throat.Tyrion felt the cold kiss of the blade on his chin. "Ma'am, how about I bleed him?" "Kill me, and the truth is buried forever," gasped Tyrion. "Let him finish," Catelyn Stark ordered. Kurekite reluctantly let go. Tyrion took a deep breath. "According to Littlefinger, how did I get his dagger? Tell me." "You won your bet on Prince Joffrey at the tourney on Name Day." "When my brother Jaime was shot off by the Knight of Flowers. That's his story, isn't it?" "Yes." She admitted.A look of doubt flickered across her brow. "cavalry!" Screams came from the wind-eroded ridge above.Before the rest, Ser Rodrik sent Laris up to watch. For a moment, everyone was stunned.Catelyn Stark was the first to act. "Ser Rodrik, Ser Willie, mount your horses and prepare for battle," she called, "and lead the others behind. Morhor, you are in charge of the prisoners . . . " "Give us arms!" Tyrion jumped to his feet and grabbed her hand. "Every man is more strength." Tyrion could see that she knew he was right, that the Highland clans didn't care about noble entanglements--whether they killed a Stark or a Lannister, they would kill each other as mercilessly as they would kill each other.They might just let Catelyn go, because she was young enough to carry their family.Knowing this, she still hesitated. "I hear them!" cried Ser Rodrik.Tyrion listened, and sure enough, he heard the hooves of a dozen horses approaching rapidly.Suddenly everyone moved, some drew their weapons, some ran towards their mounts. Laris ran and jumped down the ridge, raining rocks on them.Out of breath, he jumped in front of Catelyn Stark.He was ugly, with rust-coloured tangled hair protruding from beneath his conical helmet. "I saw twenty, maybe twenty-five," he said out of breath, "I guess it's the White Snakes or the Moonmen. Ma'am, there must be scouts on the way... hide and watch...they've spotted it long ago us." Ser Rodrik Cassel was mounted, sword in hand.Morhor crouched behind a boulder, his iron-tipped spear in both hands, a short knife between his teeth. "Hey, singer," cried Ser Willi Ward, "come and help me with my armor." Marillion froze, clutching his wooden harp, pale as milk.As a result, Tyrion's servant Maurice jumped up and stepped forward to help the knight put on his armor. Tyrion clung to Catelyn Stark. "You have no choice," he told her. "There are three of us, and you'll have to waste a fourth as a watchman. . . Now four are enough to decide life and death for all." "Promise me that you will return the weapon afterwards." "You want my pledge?" Tyrion grinned as the hoofbeats grew louder. "Well, what's the matter, madam, in Lannister's honor... I promise you." He thought she was going to spit at him, but she just said, "Give them the weapons," and walked away quickly.Ser Rodrik tossed back Jack's weapon, scabbard, and turned his horse into battle.Morris got himself a bow and a barrel of arrows, and knelt on one knee in the road.He is better at archery than with sword.Bronn rode up and gave Tyrion a double-bladed axe. "I've never used an ax before." The weapon felt strange and unfamiliar in hand.It had a short handle, a heavy blade, and a formidable spike at the front. "Like chopping wood," said Bronn, drawing his longsword from its sheath on his back.He spat and galloped to Chiggen and Ser Rodrik.Ser Willy joined them on his horse, fiddled with his metal pot-shaped helmet with the narrow slits and a black silk feather. "Wood does not bleed," Tyrion said to himself.Without the armor, he felt as if he had no clothes on.He looked around for a rock, and at last ran to the place where Marillion was hiding. "Come closer." "Go away!" the boy screamed at him, "I'm a singer, fighting and killing has nothing to do with me!" "Why, you don't want to take any chances?" Tyrion kicked him until he crawled away obediently without delay.After a heartbeat interval, the enemy charged over on horseback. There were no heralds, no banners, no blowing of horns, no rumbling of drums in this battle, only the thump of bowstrings as Maurice and Laris fired their arrows, and in an instant the hooves of the natives broke through the dawn and came crashing down. to.They were all dark and lean, wearing hard leather and ill-fitting looted armor, their faces hidden in half-helmets.They wore gloves, and in their hands they carried all manner of weapons, old swords and lances, sharpened sickles, maces, daggers, and heavy hammers.The man at the front wore a cloak made of spotted shadow lynx skin and held a two-handed greatsword. Ser Rodrik yelled, "Long live Winterfell!" and went forward, while Bronn and Chiggen charged left and right, chanting inarticulate slogans.Ser Willi followed, brandishing a spiked bola above his head. "Long live Harrenhal! Long live Harrenhal!" he cried.Tyrion, too, suddenly had the urge to jump up and swing his axe, and shout, "Long live Casterly Rock!" He heard the startled squeal of horses and the clang of metal.Chiggen's sword sliced ​​open the face of a man in armor but no helmet.Bronn rushed into the enemy line like a tornado, slashing left and right, overturning the opponent like chopping vegetables.Ser Rodrik charged at the big man in the shadow lynx fur cloak, and the two horses circled each other, back and forth.Jack hopped on a horse and galloped into the chaos without even using the saddle.Tyrion saw an arrow thrust from the throat of the man in the lynx's cloak. He opened his mouth to cry, but only blood gushed out.By the time he was down, Ser Rodrik had found a new opponent. Suddenly Marillion screamed, covering his head with his wooden harp, as a horse leaped over the rock on which they were hiding.When Tyrion saw this, he got up quickly, and the men turned their horses, raised a barbed hammer, and came back to deal with them.Tyrion swung the ax with both hands, and it hit the galloping horse in the throat with a solid thud.The horse screamed and fell, and Tyrion nearly dropped his weapon.He managed to pull out the ax immediately, and staggered out of the way.Marillian was not so lucky. The man and the horse fell towards him and fell on him.While the bandit's leg was still under the horse's weight, Tyrion slid across to deliver the blow, landing just above the shoulder blades at the neck. As he struggled to free the axe, he heard Marillion groan from beneath the body. "Someone help me," gasped the singer, "the gods have mercy on me, I'm going to bleed to death." "I believe it is horse blood," said Tyrion.The bard's hand came out from under the dead horse, digging in the mud like a five-legged spider.There was a satisfying click as Tyrion planted his heel on the clawing fingers. "Close your eyes and pretend you're dead," he advises the singer, before pulling out his ax and turning away. After that, the situation on the battlefield became chaotic.The morning is full of shouts and screams, heavy with blood and the world has turned to chaos.The sharp arrow flew past his ear and bounced off the stone.He saw Bronn dismounted, fighting on with a sword in each hand.Tyrion wandered around the fringes of the field, weaving among the rocks, occasionally jumping out of the shadows from which he was hiding, and hacking at the legs of passing horses.He found a wounded native, killed him, and put on his half-helm.The helmet was too tight, but as long as it offered protection, Tyrion was happy.Jack was fighting with the enemy in front of him, but was stabbed from behind.After a while Tyrion stumbled over Cureket's body again, the pig's face was battered to pieces with a mace, but Tyrion recognized the dagger in his hand, and he pulled it from the dead man's fingers.He was about to insert it into his belt when he heard a woman scream. Catelyn Stark was surrounded by three men, one on horseback and two on foot.Her wounded hand held a dagger in an odd position, but she had retreated to the edge of the mountain face, surrounded by three masses.Let them have the bitch, Tyrion thought, and let them do what they like, but somehow he made a move.He hit a man in the back of the knee before they knew it, and the heavy ax blade split flesh and bone like rotten wood.Bleeding wood, Tyrion thought absently, as the second man charged at him.Tyrion ducked away from his sword, swung his ax, and the man backed away... only to have Catelyn Stark walk right behind him and slit his throat.The man on horseback seemed to remember that there was a more important battle elsewhere, and suddenly galloped away. Tyrion looked around. The enemy was either killed or fled, and the battle was over before he noticed it.Dying horses and wounded people were everywhere, screaming and moaning.What surprised him most was that he was unharmed.He let go of his fingers, the ax fell to the ground with a clang, and suddenly found that his hands were covered with blood.He believed they fought for at least half a day, but the sun didn't budge. "First time on the battlefield?" Bronn asked after a while, bending over Jack's body to take off his boots.They were a good pair of boots, thick leather, well oiled and supple, just right for Lord Tywin's men, much better than what Bronn had worn. Tyrion nodded. "My dad would be proud," he said.His feet cramped so badly that he could barely stand.It's strange, but I didn't feel any pain when I was fighting just now. "You need to find a woman," said Bronn, blinking his dark eyes, and threw the boots into his saddle bag. "Believe me, after bleeding, finding a woman is the most exciting." Hearing this, Chiggen stopped searching for the bandit's corpse, snorted, and licked his tongue. Tyrion glanced at Lady Stark, who was bandaging Ser Rodrik. "She said yes and I'll go." He said.The two wandering warriors laughed, and Tyrion thought to himself: This is a good start. Then he knelt by the stream and washed the blood off his face with the icy cold water.As he limped back, he looked at the dead man on the ground again.The aborigines who died in battle were all ragged and skinny guys, and their mounts were also thin and small, with every rib clearly visible.Bronn and Chiggen's remaining weapons were not very impressive, a sledgehammer, a club, and a scythe... He thought of the big man in the shadow lynx fur cloak who fought Ser Rodrik with a two-handed greatsword, But when he saw the man's sprawled corpse on the stone floor, he didn't look big at all.His cloak was gone, and Tyrion saw that his blade was chipped and rusted from cheap steel.No wonder the aborigines fell nine. Only three men were killed on their side: two of Earl Bracken's men, Curekett and Morhor, and his own bodyguard, Jack, whose daring charge was a display of his folly.A fool till he dies, Tyrion thought. "Lady Stark, I beg you to move at once and hurry," said Ser Willi Ward, scanning the nearby ridge cautiously through the slit in his helmet. "Although we have temporarily driven them away, they will not go far." "Ser Willey, we should bury the dead first," she said. "They died valiantly, and I cannot leave them here to be spoiled by crows and lynxes." "The ground here is stony and cannot be dug," said Ser Willey. "Then we'll move stones and pile cairns." "Move it as you like," Bronn told her, "but Chiggen and I don't do it. I have more important things to do than pile stones on dead men... like breathing." He looked around at the rest of the survivors . "If you still want to survive tonight, come with us." "I'm afraid he's right, madam," said Ser Rodrik weakly.The old knight had been wounded in the fight, with a deep cut on his left arm and a bruise on his neck from a thrown javelin, and he was now showing his age. "If they stay here, they will definitely attack again, and we may not be able to withstand it by then." Tyrion saw the anger on Catelyn's face, but she had no choice. "Then pray to the gods to forgive us. We shall set off." Now there is no shortage of horses.Tyrion moved his saddle over to Jack's piebald stallion, for he seemed strong enough to last another three or four days.He was about to mount his horse when Laris stepped forward and said, "Dwarf, give me your dagger." "Let him keep it." Catelyn Stark looked down from his horse. "Give him back the ax, too. It may be needed if there is another attack." "Thank you, my lady," said Tyrion as he mounted his horse. "Forget it," she said abruptly, "I don't trust you as much as ever." Before he could reply, she slapped her horse and left. Tyrion adjusted his stolen helm before taking the ax from Bronn.He remembered that at the beginning of this journey, his hands were tied and he wore a hood, and now he has made great progress.It didn't matter that Mrs. Stark didn't trust him, as long as he kept the axe, he was confident of winning the game. Willy Ward led the procession, Bronn at the rear, and Lady Stark rode safely in the middle, with Ser Rodrik at her side.On the way, Marillian kept looking back at him with resentful eyes. His ribs, wooden harp, and four fingers for playing were all broken, but he was not too unlucky: he got a A handsome shadow lynx cloak, thick black fur trimmed with white thread.He huddled in his cloak silently, closing his mouth rarely. After walking less than half a mile, they heard the low-pitched growls of the shadow lynxes behind them, and later they heard their growls fighting for the corpse.Marillion grew paler, and Tyrion rode up beside him. "'Blackbird,'" he said, "just happens to rhyme with 'cowardly.'" With that he kicked the horse's belly, leaving the bard behind and running to Ser Rodrik and Catelyn Stark. She pursed her lips and looked at him. "I was rudely interrupted in the middle of what I was saying just now," said Tyrion. "There is a serious omission in Littlefinger's story. Believe it or not, Lady Stark, I can I assure you—when I bet with others, I only bet on my own family."