“Who did I murder?”  “Lord Lothar Mallery and Ser Gladden Wylde,” said Harwin.  “My brothers Lister and Lennocks,” declared Jack-Be-Lucky.  “Goodman Beck and Mudge the miller’s son, from Donnelwood,” an old woman called from the shadows.  “Merriman’s widow, who loved so sweet,” added Greenbeard.  “Them septons at Sludgy Pond.”  “Ser Andrey Charlton a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy gutschange your mind .

His squire Lucas Roote. Every man, woman, and child in Fieldstone and Mousedown Mill.”  “Lord and Lady Deddings, that was so rich.”  Tom Sevenstrings took up the count. “Alyn of Winterfell, Joth Quickbow, Little Matt and his sister Randa, Anvil Ryn. Ser Ormond. Ser Dudley. Pate of Mory, Pate of Lancewood, Old Pate, and Pate of Shermer’s Grove. Blind Wyl the Whittler. Goodwife Maerie. Maerie the Whore. Becca the Baker. Ser Raymun Darry, Lord Darry, young Lord Darry. The Bastard of Bracken. Fletcher Will. Harsley. Goodwife Nolla -”  “Enough.” The Hound’s face was tight with anger. “You’re making noise. These names mean nothing. Who were they?”  “People,” said Lord Beric. “People , young and old. Good people and bad people, who died on the points of Lannister spears or saw their bellies opened by Lannister swords.”  “It wasn’t my sword in their bellies. Any man who says it was is a bloody liar.”

  “You serve the Lannisters of Casterly Rock,” said Thoros.  “Once. Me and thousands more. Is each of us guilty of the crimes of the others?” Clegane spat. “Might be you are knights after all. You lie like knights, maybe you murder like knights.”  Lem and Jack-Be-Lucky began to shout at him, but Dondarrion raised a hand for silence. “Say what you mean, Clegane.”  “A knight’s a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady’s favors, they’re silk ribbons tied round the sword. Maybe the sword’s prettier with ribbons hanging off it, but it will kill you just as dead. Well, bugger your ribbons, and shove your swords up your arses. I’m the same as you. The only difference is, I don’t lie about what I am. So, kill me, but don’t call me a murderer while you stand there telling each other that your shit don’t stink. You hear me?”