The Harrenhal tournament was drawing to a close, and the most anticipated and prestigious championship melee had reached its critical phase.
For many reasons, common knights and free-company mercenaries were generally no match for official men-at-arms. Yet this tournament had unexpectedly thrown up a number of "freaks"—such as the two men currently locked in a brutal contest.
One of them was of astonishing stature, standing well over two meters tall. Swathed in layers of fat and muscle, he was practically a mountain of flesh. The thick rolls of fat at the back of his neck were enough to turn the edge of a blade, and his massive, bald pate was branded with strange black marks.
Chapter 142