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Damned bloody fool. A mare in heat has the desired effect in Loras’ match but Renly will maintain that he was unhorsed by the nobler Clegane under nobler circumstances. No animals were harmed in the making of this cavalier cavalcade.
Loras is not stupid but, by the gods (what gods?), he does not think. Renly raps his knuckles on Loras’ forehead – were you gifted with rocks for brains? A dislodged pebble triggers the avalanche and the Mountain will not forget or forgive.
Loras laughs. Kisses the underside of Renly’s wrist. Dogs are no match for the stag and the rose.