A golden light seemed to glimmer on the Giant Horn Knight's helmet.
"Is that the king?" Earl Roland stood atop the wall, barely able to make out the man leading the charge, unstoppable in battle.
"I don't think so. The king has dragons," Ser Talbert said. "Those three dragons brought back to life."
"Whether he is or not, I'll treat him as the king," Earl Roland said. "But if the king really has come, we'll probably die without even a place to be buried. Let's call him the king for now."
"I sent your father's cousin out, after all, but the king with the great forked horns came. There was nothing I could do." Roland shrugged.
"But, Father. Lyle is still at Casterly Rock," Talbert said with a frown.
"That is the fate he chose. He is one of Jaime's friends, and Lord Tywin insisted on having an adviser and attendant. Lyle understood that too," Earl Roland said helplessly, watching the formation collapse.
"If they can break through our ranks with ease, we cannot stop them, whether the king has come or not. There are no great mountains here, and the forest offers little protection."
Ser Lyle, known as Strongboar, was the family's second son and one of Jaime's close friends.
Strongboar was tall and powerfully built, with a booming voice.
Ser Jaime Lannister considered him the strongest living man in all Westeros, but he was slower than Sandor Clegane and not savage enough.
The fighting below grew more frantic. The Giant Horn Knight charged up to House Crakehall's knight and stabbed him to death with a few thrusts.
That thrust of the Giant Horn Knight's spear was swift and vicious, like a flame truly blazing to life.
"Long live Storm!"
"Long live Storm!" the Giant Horn Knight cheered. After