"Elia of Dorne," they all heard Ser Gregor say, when they were close enough tokiss. His deep voice boomed within the helm. "I killed her screaming whelp."He thrust his free hand into Oberyn’s unprotected face, pushing steel fingersinto his eyes. "Then I raped her." Clegane slammed his fist into the Dornishman’s mouth, making splinters of his teeth."Then I smashed her fucking head in. Like this." As he drew back his huge fist, the blood on his gauntlet seemed to smoke in the cold dawn air. There was a sickening crunch.