|Alias|| "the pimply squire"|
"that Sarsfield boy"
|Allegiance|| House Sarsfield|
|Died||In 300 AC, at the Inn at the Crossroads|
|Book(s)|| A Storm of Swords (Appears)|
A Feast for Crows (Mentioned)
A Dance with Dragons (Mentioned)
This unnamed squire from House Sarsfield was with the other Mountain's men at the Inn at the Crossroads when Sandor Clegane and Arya Stark arrived there in 300 AC. He was killed by Arya in the fight that ensued.
Appearance and Character
By his age and dress, he looked like a squire. He was brown-haired and chunky in build. He had a big white pimple on one side of his nose, and some red ones on his forehead.
A Storm of Swords
In 300 AC, the squire visits the Inn at the Crossroads with Polliver and the Tickler, to lose his virginity to one of the whores there. Sandor Clegane and Arya Stark arrive at the inn for wine and information; Sandor converses with Gregor's men, and the drunk squire insults the Hound for fleeing King's Landing in the Battle of the Blackwater and will not be quiet until the Tickler torments him. When Sandor refuses to go to Harrenhal with his brother's men, a fight ensues. The squire tries to join in, but Arya throws a wine cup at him and knocks him down. During the fight, the squire tries to attack Arya, and she stabs him in the belly with his own knife. After the fight is over, the squire is still alive but mortally wounded. He cries and begs for mercy, asks to be taken to a maester, and says his father has gold. Sandor says the squire will be a long time dying, tells Arya to give him mercy, and asks if she remembers where the heart is. She takes Needle, which she had recovered from Polliver's body, and kills the squire.
A Feast for Crows
Arya remembers how the pimply squire had cried after he was stabbed.
A Dance with Dragons
|“||Is this the lost puppy Ser Gregor spoke of? The one who piddled in the rushes and ran off? Ser said his puppy brother tucked his tail between his legs when the battle got too warm at King’s Landing. He said he ran off whimpering.
—the Sarsfield squire
|“||Are you the puppy’s puppy?||”|
|“||The squire: Mercy, please. Don’t kill me. Mother have mercy.