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SER RODRIK Too dangerous. I’ll let you go with tourney swords with blunted edges.
A muscled knight with black hair and terrible burn scars on his face pushes forward: Sandor “The Hound” Clegane, Joffrey’s bodyguard.
THE HOUND This is your prince. Who are you to tell him he can’t have an edge on his sword? (to Robb) How old are you, boy?
ROBB
Sixteen.
THE HOUND I killed a man at twelve. And not with a blunt sword.
Arya watches with worry as Robb bristles, his pride wounded.
ROBB (to Ser Rodrik) Let me do it. I can beat him. SER RODRIK Beat him with a tourney blade, then.
Joffrey shrugs and starts to turn away.
JOFFREY Come and see me, north boy, once your balls thaw.
Laughter from the Lannister men. Robb loses his temper.
ROBB I’ll cut yours off, you little piss- haired-
Arya’s and Jon’s eyes widen in surprise.
But Theon seizes Robb’s arm to keep him away from the prince. Joffrey feigns a yawn and turns to his younger brother.
JOFFREY Come, Tommen. Playtime is over. Leave the children to their games.
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