I'd hoped that if he saw our left collapse, he might plunge into the gap, eager for a rout. Once he was fully committed, Sir Kevan's pikes would wheel and take him in the flank, driving him into the river while I brought up the reserve."
And you thought it best to place me in the midst of this carnage, yet keep me ignorant of your plans.
A feigned rout is less convincing, his father said, "and I am not inclined to trust my plans to a man who consorts with sellswords and savages."
A pity my savages ruined your dance. Tyrion pulled off his steel gauntlet and let it fall to the ground, wincing at the pain that stabbed up his arm.
The Stark boy proved more cautious than I expected for one of his years, Lord Tywin admitted, "but a victory is a victory. You appear to be wounded."
Tyrion's right arm was soaked with blood. "Good of you to notice, Father," he said through clenched teeth. "Might I trouble you to send for your maesters? Unless you relish the notion of having a one-armed dwarf for a son... "
An urgent shout of "Lord Tywin!" turned his father's head before he could reply. Tywin Lannister rose to his feet as Sir Addam Marbrand leapt down off his courser. The horse was lathered and bleeding from the mouth.