“Live steel is too dangerous. I will permit you tourney swords, with blunted edges.” Joffrey said nothing, but a man strange to Arya, a tall knight with black hair and burn scars on his face, pushed forward in front of the prince. “This is your prince. Who are you to tell him he may not have an edge on his sword, ser?” “Master-at-arms of Winterfell, Clegane, and you would do well not to forget it.”
