Chiggen's sword raked across the naked face of a mailed rider, and Bronn plunged through the clansmen like a whirlwind, cutting down foes right and left. Another part was remembering the battle upriver, and wondering if he was being sent to hold the left again. The deserter knows his life is forfeit if he is taken, so he will not flinch from any crime, no matter how vile. A hand fumbled at her leg and she hacked at it, kicked at shins.
Your wild men fought well. The jolt of impact made him grit his teeth. Tell me truly, do you know any surer way to force King Robert into the melee? I ask you. In those days, there were no castles or holdfasts, no cities, not so much as a market town to be found between here and the sea of Dorne.
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