Now at the jousting track where there are lots of onlookers, cheering. Ser Gregor bows before the King before he and his horse take off down one lane of the track.
Eddard Stark: Where’s Arya
Sansa Stark: At her dancing lessons. The Knight of the Flowers.
Sansa Stark: Thank you, Ser Loras.
After bowing to Sansa, Loras exchanges looks with Renly Baratheon. Loras then rides and bows before the King, also taking off down the opposite track.
Sansa Stark: Don’t let Ser Gregor hurt him.
Eddard Stark: Hey.
Sansa Stark: I can’t watch.
Behind Ned and Sansa.
Petyr Baelish: 100 gold dragons on the Mountain.
Renly Baratheon: I’ll take that bet.
Petyr Baelish: Now what will I buy with 100 gold dragons? A dozen barrels of Dornish wine? Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?
Renly Baratheon: Or you could even buy a friend.
Sansa Stark: He’s going to die.
Eddard Stark: Ser Loras rides well.
A trumpet is heard and both competitors race down their lanes. Loras knocks Ser Gregor off of his mount.
Renly Baratheon: Such a shame, Littlefinger. It would have been so nice for you to have a friend.
Petyr Baelish: And tell me, Lord Renly, when will you be having your friend?
Petyr Baelish: Loras knew his mare was in heat. Quite crafty, really.
Sansa Stark: Ser Loras would never do that! There’s no honor in tricks.
Petyr Baelish: No honor but quite a bit of gold.
Gregor gets up off of the ground, shouts for his sword. His squire brings it to him and then Gregor severs his horse’s head completely off. The crowd is stunned, Gregor then attacks Loras. Knocking him off of his horse and striking him with his sword. Sandor, the Hound, runs down from the stands and fends off his brother.
Robert Baratheon: Stop this madness in the name of your King!
Sandor takes a bow and Gregor storms off. Loras walks up to Sandor, raising his hand in victory.
Loras Tyrell: I owe you my life, Ser.
Sandor Clegane: I’m no Ser.
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