Garnets and amethysts and black pearls adorned the metalwork, and here and there an emerald or ruby. Close to the ford and ringed by pits and spikes. If those were real swords, the first peck would take your arm off! One of the other boys laughed, and the old knight rounded on him. Chett tried, cursing, yanking on the leashes, giving one animal a lick of his boot.
Wordlessly, Tyrion limped away. He swung down from his garron, handing his reins to Jon. Dragondew, she thought. He gave a sullen shrug and began to pull his arrows from the ground, one by one.
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