Over bowls of bean-and-bacon soup, Lady Amerei told Jaime how her first husband had been slain by Ser Gregor Clegane when the Freys were still fighting for Robb Stark. “I begged him not to go, but my Pate was oh so very brave, and swore he was the man to slay that monster. He wanted to make a great name for himself.” We all do. “When I was a squire I told myself I’d be the man to slay the Smiling Knight.” “The Smiling Knight?” She sounded lost. “Who was that?” The Mountain of my boyhood. Half as big but twice as mad.
