““Get your shield up,” he said.“It’s too heavy,” the Oldtown boy complained.“It’s as heavy as it needs to be to stop a sword,” Jon said. “Now get it up.” He stepped forward, slashing. Satin jerked the shield up in time to catch the sword on its rim, and swung his own blade at Jon’s ribs. “Good,” Jon said, when he felt the impact on his own shield. “That was good. But you need to put your body into it. Get your weight behind the steel and you’ll do more damage than with arm strength alone. Come, ...try it again, drive at me, but keep the shield up or I’ll ring your head like a bell …”Instead Satin took a step backward and raised his visor. “Jon,” he said, in an anxious voice.When he turned, she was standing behind him, with half a dozen queen’s men around her. Small wonder the yard grew so quiet. He had glimpsed Melisandre at her nightfires, and coming and going about the castle, but never so close. She’s beautiful, he thought … but there was something more than a little unsettling about red eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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