" Lesser beasts" . Lord Tywin's fingers laced together under his chin. " Ser Gregor has served us well. No other knight in the realm inspires such terror in our enemies" .
Ser Gregor grunted. He made a ponderous charge to hack at the Domishman's head. Prince Oberyn avoided him easily. " You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children" .
The Red Viper crouched, squinting, and sent his spear darting forward again. Ser Gregor hacked at it, but the thrust had only been a feint. Off balance, he stumbled forward a step.
Cersei favored him with a smile; she liked a bit of wit, so long as she was not its target. " Ser Gregor perished of his wounds, just as Grand Maester Pycelle foretold" .
" Why should Ser Gregor turn brigand? " Pycelle asked. " By the grace of his liege lord, he holds a stout keep and lands of his own. The man is an anointed knight. "
He knows me too bloody well. Tyrion tried a different tack. " I'd heard that Ser Gregor was wounded on the Red Fork, and again at Duskendale. The wounds are bound to slow him" .
Grand Maester Pycelle rose ponderously from the council table, his chain of office clinking. " Ser Marq, with respect, you cannot know that this outlaw was Ser Gregor. There are many large men in the realm. "
" Ser Gregor has his uses, as did his brother. Every lord has need of a beast from time to time... a lesson you seem to have learned, judging from Ser Bronn and those clansmen of yours" .
But the Red Viper of Dome was back on his feet, his long spear in hand. " Elia, " he called at Ser Gregor. " You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Now say her name" .