>Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One reached DEAN, though. One found Cincinnati, and a wrestler who still cared.
>And through the smoke another wedge of armored riders came, on barded horses. Floating above them were the largest banners yet, royal standards as big as sheets; a yellow one with long pointed tongues that showed a flame broiled burger, and another like a sheet of beaten gold, with a beer bottle tipping over and rippling in the wind. Stone Cold, Jon thought for one mad moment, remembering poor Owen, but when the trumpets blew again and the knights charged, the name they cried was "Dean! Dean! DEAN!"
