"And suddenly he lurched to the left, staggering into the rail. Wood split, and Ser Mandon Moore vanished with a shout and a splash. An instant later, the hulls came slamming together again, so hard the deck seemed to jump. Then someone was kneeling over him. ‘Jaime?’ he croaked, almost choking on the blood that filled his mouth. Who else would save him, if not his brother?
‘Be still, my lord, you’re hurt bad.' A boy's voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.”