1
Two Dornishmen came out of the darkness in ringmail and crested helms.
2
The pale blades sliced through ringmail as if it were silk.
3
Viserys was soiled and stained in city silks and ringmail.
4
The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm.
5
His ringmail was old and rusted, worn over a stained jack of boiled leather.
6
Underneath he wore a ringmail byrnie, even at table.
7
A shirt of ringmail rested on his workbench, half-completed.
8
The horse wore a blanket of gilded ringmail, and Jaime glittered from head to heel.
9
His ringmail was grim and grey.
10
Her son was dressed in boiled leather and ringmail, she saw, and a sword hung at his waist.
11
The men who pushed into the room wore the black ringmail and golden cloaks of the City Watch.
12
Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks.
13
Robb was seated in Father's high seat, wearing ringmail and boiled leather and the stern face of Robb the Lord.
14
His longsword and dagger were sheathed in black moleskin, and the hauberk and coif in his saddlebag were black ringmail.
15
And lastly, for Goodman Willit, a spear with a silver-banded haft, a hauberk of new-forged ringmail, and a full helm with visor.
16
His horse was three hands taller than Thunder and two stone heavier, a monster of a beast armored in a coat of ringmail.