"Not the little lord's," Rock noted as he spotted Tyrion's familiar horse trotting not far away from the river. The other horses were obedient, but his horse had been trained with far more care than the others. So when it was sent running, it didn't go far.

"We can't all ride one horse," Podrick said. Already he was on the way to fetch it, approaching the beast carefully. Tyrion's horse knew Podrick well. He often slept beside the beast and though he never rode it, they had an understanding with one another. Once he had the horse's trust, he turned back to the others. "What do we do now?"