“The Mountain!” Ser Marq said loudly. “Can any man doubt it? This was Gregor Clegane’s work.” Ned heard muttering from beneath the windows and the far end of the hall. Even in the galley, nervous whispers were exchanged. High lords and smallfolk alike knew what it could mean if Ser Marq was proved right. Ser Gregor Clegane stood bannerman to Lord Tywin Lannister.
