In the middle of the field , Ser Gregor Clegane disentangled himself and came boiling to his feet . He wrenched off his helm and slammed it down onto the ground . His face was dark with fury and his hair fell down into his eyes . " My sword , " he shouted to his squire , and the boy ran it out to him . By then his stallion was back on its feet as well .
Посреди поля сир Грегор Клиган высвободился и вскочил на ноги. Он сорвал шлем и швырнул его на землю. Его лицо потемнело от ярости, а волосы упали ему на глаза. «Мой меч», — крикнул он своему оруженосцу, и мальчик протянул ему меч. К тому времени его жеребец тоже снова встал на ноги.
