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Later on, we heard how the Hound slew three of his brother’s men at an inn by the crossroads. The girl was with him there. The innkeep swore to it before Rorge killed him, and the whores said the same. An ugly bunch, they were. Not so ugly as you, mind you, but still . . .”
    He is trying to distract me,
Brienne realized,
to lull me with his voice.
Pyg was edging closer. Shagwell took a hop toward her. She backed away from them.
They will back me off the cliff if I let them.
“Stay away,” she warned them.
    â€œI think I’m going to fuck you up the nose, wench,” Shagwell announced. “Won’t that be amusing?”
    â€œHe has a very small cock,” Timeon explained. “Drop that pretty sword and might be we’ll go gentle on you, woman. We need gold to pay these smugglers, that’s all.”
    â€œAnd if I give you gold, you’ll let us go?”
    â€œWe will.” Timeon smiled. “Once you’ve fucked the lot of us. We’ll pay you like a proper whore. A silver for each fuck. Or else we’ll take the gold and rape you anyway, and do you like the Mountain did Lord Vargo. What’s your choice?”
    â€œThis.” Brienne threw herself toward Pyg.
    He jerked his broken blade up to protect his face, but as he went high she went low. Oathkeeper bit through leather, wool, skin, and muscle, into the sellsword’s thigh. Pyg cut back wildly as his leg went out from under him. His broken sword scraped against her chain mail before he landed on his back. Brienne stabbed him through the throat, gave the blade a hard turn, and slid it out, whirling just as Timeon’s spear came flashing past her face.
I did not flinch,
she thought, as blood ran red down her cheek.
Did you see, Ser Goodwin?
She hardly felt the cut.
    â€œYour turn,” she told Timeon, as the Dornishman pulled out a second spear, shorter and thicker than the first. “Throw it.”
    â€œSo you can dance away and charge me? I’d end up dead as Pyg. No. Get her, Shags.”
    â€œYou get her,” Shagwell said. “Did you see what she did to Pyg? She’s mad with moon blood.” The fool was behind her, Timeon in front. No matter how she turned, one was at her back.
    â€œGet her,” urged Timeon, “and you can fuck her corpse.”
    â€œOh, you
do
love me.” The morningstar was whirling.
Choose one,
Brienne told herself.
Choose one and kill him quickly.
Then a stone came out of nowhere, and hit Shagwell in the head. Brienne did not hesitate. She flew at Timeon.
    He was better than Pyg, but he had only a short throwing spear, and she had a Valyrian steel blade. Oathkeeper was alive in her hands. She had never been so quick. The blade became a grey blur. He wounded her in the shoulder as she came at him, but she slashed off his ear and half his cheek, hacked the head off his spear, and put a foot of rippled steel into his belly through the links of the chain mail byrnie he was wearing.
    Timeon was still trying to fight as she pulled her blade from him, its fullers running red with blood. He clawed at his belt and came up with a dagger, so Brienne cut his hand off.
That one was for Jaime.
“Mother have mercy,” the Dornishman gasped, the blood bubbling from his mouth and spurting from his wrist. “Finish it. Send me back to Dorne, you bloody bitch.”
    She did.
    Shagwell was on his knees when she turned, looking dazed as he fumbled for the morningstar. As he staggered to his feet, another stone slammed him in the ear. Podrick had climbed the fallen wall and was standing amongst the ivy glowering, a fresh rock in his hand. “I
told
you I could fight!” he shouted down.
    Shagwell tried to crawl away. “I yield,” the fool cried, “I
yield.
You mustn’t hurt sweet Shagwell, I’m too droll to die.”
    â€œYou are no better than the rest of them. You have robbed and raped and murdered.”
    â€œOh, I have, I have, I shan’t deny it . . . but I’m
amusing,
with all my japes and capers. I make men laugh.”
    â€œAnd women weep.”
    â€œIs that my fault? Women have no sense of humor.”
    Brienne lowered Oathkeeper. “Dig a grave. There, beneath the weirwood.” She pointed with her blade.
    â€œI have no spade.”
    â€œYou have two hands.”
One more than you left Jaime.
    â€œWhy bother? Leave them for the crows.”
    â€œTimeon and Pyg can feed the crows.