man-at-arms

Actually, this would be yet another male-centric spin-off, so even though it would be fun to watch Young Bronn butt heads with the bumptious Clegane brothers and learn the art of a good pike-drop from man-at-arms Syrio Forel, scratch all that.

It had been no uncommon sight to see a man-at-arms whistling like a lobster, and looking like porridge, because they had emptied a bucket of boiling bran over his armour during a siege.

He knew how far the falconers were behind them—the cadger carrying the hooded hawks on a square framework slung from his shoulders, with a man-at-arms on either side—and how far in front was the next likely place for a William Rufus arrow.

Two squires from the stormlands stabbed a man-at-arms to death in a quarrel over who would sit closest to the fire.

By the time Ben Bones pulled them off, Grey Jeyne had eaten so much of the dead man’s face that half the day was gone before they knew for certain who he’d been: a man-at-arms of four-and-forty years who had marched north with Roger Ryswell.