Nirvana

pt 2:

“Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost chocked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me.” Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll—“

Jaime’s golden hand cracked across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out burning.

“You’re speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. “Brienne. If it please my lord.” He spat a glob of blood on Jaime’s foot. “Brienne the beauty.”