They had come together at the ford of the Trident while the battle crashed around them, Robert with his warhammer and his great antlered helm, the Targaryen prince armored all in black. They are better riders than any knight, utterly fearless, and their bows outrange ours. She liked that less well. Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, was in his middle fifties, yet hard as a man of twenty.
y rode with him, and the letter said there were other knights as well, and a force of Father's own guardsmen. A sword, she said in a small, hushed breath. The king is a stranger to you. Hurriedly Grand Maester Pycelle mixed him another draught of the milk of the poppy.
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