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he asked Qyburn。
 The man's face grew strange。 〃Once; at the Citadel; I came into an empty room and saw an empty chair。 Yet I knew a woman had been there; only a moment before。 The cushion was dented where she'd sat; the cloth was still warm; and her scent lingered in the air。 If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room; surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?〃 Qyburn spread his hands。 〃The archmaesters did not like my thinking; though。 Well; Marwyn did; but he was the only one。〃
 Jaime ran his fingers through his hair。 〃Walton;〃 he said; 〃saddle the horses。 I want to go back。〃
 〃Back?〃 Steelshanks regarded him dubiously。
 He thinks I've gone mad。 And perhaps I have。 〃I left something at Harrenhal。〃
 〃Lord Vargo holds it now。 Him and his Bloody Mummers。〃
 〃You have twice the men he does。〃
 〃If I don't serve you up to your father as manded; Lord Bolton will have my hide。 We press on to King's Landing。〃
 Once Jaime might have countered with a smile and a threat; but onehanded cripples do not inspire much fear。 He wondered what his brother would do。 Tyrion would find a way。 〃Lannisters lie; Steelshanks。 Didn't Lord Bolton tell you that?〃
 The man frowned suspiciously。 〃What if he did?〃
 〃Unless you take me back to Harrenhal; the song I sing my father may not be one the Lord of the Dreadfort would wish to hear。 I might even say it was Bolton ordered my hand cut off; and Steelshanks Walton who swung the blade。〃
 Walton gaped at him。 〃That isn't so。〃
 〃No; but who will my father believe?〃 Jaime made himself smile; the way he used to smile when nothing in the world could frighten him。 〃It will be so much easier if we just go back。 We'd be on our way again soon enough; and I'd sing such a sweet song in King's Landing you'll never believe your ears。 You'd get the girl; and a nice fat purse of gold as thanks。〃
 〃Gold?〃 Walton liked that well enough。 〃How much gold?〃
 I have him。 〃Why; how much would you want?〃
 And by the time the sun came up; they were halfway back to Harrenhal。
 Jaime pushed his horse much harder than he had the day before; and Steelshanks and the northmen were forced to match his pace。 Even so; it was midday before they reached the castle on the lake。 Beneath a darkening sky that threatened rain; the immense walls and five great towers stood black and ominous。 It looks so dead。 The walls were empty; the gates closed and barred。 But high above the barbican; a single banner hung limp。 The black goat of Qohor; he knew。 Jaime cupped his hands to shout。 〃You in there! Open your gates; or I'll kick them down!〃
 It was not until Qyburn and Steelshanks added their voices that a head finally appeared on the battlements above them。 He goggled down at them; then vanished。 A short time later; they heard the portcullis being drawn upward。 The gates swung open; and Jaime Lannister spurred his horse through the walls; scarcely glancing at the murder holes as he passed beneath them。 He had been worried that the goat might not admit them; but it seemed as if the Brave panions still thought of them as allies。 Fools。
 The outer ward was deserted; only the long slate…roofed stables showed any signs of life; and it was not horses that interested Jaime just then。 He reined up and looked about。 He could hear sounds from somewhere behind the Tower of Ghosts; and men shouting in half a dozen tongues。 Steelshanks and Qyburn rode up on either side。 〃Get what you came back for; and we'll be gone again;〃 said Walton。 〃I want no trouble with the Mummers。〃
 〃Tell your men to keep their hands on their sword hilts; and the Mummers will want no trouble with you。 Two to one; remember?〃 Jaime's head jerked round at the sound of a distant roar; faint but ferocious。 It echoed off the walls of Harrenhal; and the laughter swelled up like the sea。 All of a sudden; he knew what was happening。 Have we e too late? His stomach did a lurch; and he slammed his spurs into his horse; galloping across the outer ward; beneath an arched stone bridge; around the Wailing Tower; and through the Flowstone Yard。
 They had her in the bear pit。
 King Harren the Black had wished to do even his bear…baiting in lavish style。 The pit was ten yards across and five yards deep; walled in stone; floored with sand; and encircled by six tiers of marble benches。 The Brave panions filled only a quarter of the seats; Jaime saw as he swung down clumsily from his horse。 The sellswords were so fixed on the spectacle beneath that only those across the pit noticed their arrival。
 Brienne wore the same ill…fitting gown she'd worn to supper with Roose Bolton。 No shield; no breastplate; no chainmail; not even boiled leather; only pink satin and Myrish lace。 Maybe the goat thought she was more amusing when dressed as a woman。 Half her gown was hanging off in tatters; and her left arm dripped blood where the bear had raked her。
 At least they gave her a sword。 The wench held it one…handed; moving sideways; trying to put some distance between her and the bear。 That's no good; the ring's too small。 She needed to attack; to make a quick end to it。 Good steel was a match for any bear。 But the wench seemed afraid to close。 The Mummers showered her with insults and obscene suggestions。
 〃This is none of our concern;〃 Steelshanks warned Jaime。 〃Lord Bolton said the wench was theirs; to do with as they liked。〃
 〃Her name's Brienne。〃 Jaime descended the steps; past a dozen startled sellswords。 Vargo Hoat had taken the lord's box in the lowest tier。 〃Lord Vargo;〃 he called over the shouts。
 The Qohorik almost spilt his wine。 〃Kingthlayer?〃 The left side of his face was bandaged clumsily; the linen over his ear spotted with blood。
 〃Pull her out of there。〃
 〃Thay out of thith; Kingthlayer; unleth you'd like another thump。〃
 He waved a wine cup。 〃Your thee…mooth bit oth my ear。 Thmall wonder her father will not ranthom thuch a freak。〃
 A roar turned Jaime back around。 The bear was eight feet tall。 Gregor Clegane with a pelt; he thought; though likely smarter。 The beast did not have the reach the Mountain had with that monster greatsword of his; though。
 Bellowing in fury; the bear showed a mouth full of great yellow teeth; then fell back to all fours and went straight at Brienne。 There's your chance; Jaime thought。 Strike! Now!
 Instead; she poked out ineffectually with the point of her blade。 The bear recoiled; then came on; rumbling。 Brienne slid to her left and poked again at the bear's face。 This time he lifted a paw to swat the sword aside。
 He's wary; Jaime realized。 He's gone up against other men。 He knows swords and spears can hurt him。 But that won't keep him off her long。 〃Kill him!〃 he shouted; but his voice was lost amongst all the other shouts。 If Brienne heard; she gave no sign。 She moved around the pit; keeping the wall at her back。 Too close。 If the bear pins her by the wall 。 。 。
 The beast turned clumsily; too far and too fast。 Quick as a cat; Brienne changed direction。 There's the wench I remember。 She leapt in to land a cut across the bear's back。 Roaring; the beast went up on his hind legs again。 Brienne scrambled back away。 Where's the blood? Then suddenly he understood。 Jaime rounded on Hoat。 〃You gave her a tourney sword。〃
 The goat brayed laughter; spraying him with wine and spittle。 〃of courth。〃
 〃I'll pay her bloody ransom。 Gold; sapphires; whatever you want。 Pull her out of there。〃
 〃You want her? Go get her。〃
 So he did。
 He put his good hand on the marble rail and vaulted over; rolling as he hit the sand。 The bear turned at the thump; sniffing; watching this new intruder warily。 Jaime scrambled to one knee。 Well; what in seven hells do I do now? He filled his fist with sand。 〃Kingslayer?〃 he heard Brienne say; astonished。
 〃Jaime。〃 He uncoiled; flinging the sand at the bear's face。 The bear mauled the air and roared like blazes。
 〃What are you doing here?〃
 〃Something stupid。 Get behind me。〃 He circled toward her; putting himself between Brienne and the bear。
 〃You get behind。 I have the sword。〃
 〃A swordwith no point and no edge。 Get behindme!〃 He saw something half…buried in the sand; and snatched it up with his good hand。 It proved to be a human jawbone; with so

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