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Sansa

           InsteadJoffreysmiledandkissedherhand,handsomeandgallantasanyprinceinthesongs,andsaid,"SerLorashasakeeneyeforbeauty,sweetlady."

           "Hewastookind,"shedemurred,tryingtoremainmodestandcalm,thoughherheartwassinging."SerLorasisatrueknight.Doyouthinkhewillwintomorrow,mylord?"

           "No,"Joffreysaid."Mydogwilldoforhim,orperhapsmyuncleJaime.Andinafewyears,whenIamoldenoughtoenterthelists,Ishalldoforthemall."Heraisedhishandtosummonaservantwithaflagonoficedsummerwine,andpouredheracup.ShelookedanxiouslyatSeptaMordane,untilJoffreyleanedoverandfilledthesepta’scupaswell,soshenoddedandthankedhimgraciouslyandsaidnotanotherword.

           Theservantskeptthecupsfilledallnight,yetafterwardSansacouldnotrecallevertastingthewine.Sheneedednowine.Shewasdrunkonthemagicofthenight,giddywithglamour,sweptawaybybeautiesshehaddreamtofallherlifeandneverdaredhopetoknow.Singerssatbeforetheking’spavilion,fillingtheduskwithmusic.Ajugglerkeptacascadeofburningclubsspinningthroughtheair.Theking’sownfool,thepie-facedsimpletoncalledMoonBoy,dancedaboutonstilts,allinmotley,makingmockofeveryonewithsuchdeftcrueltythatSansawonderedifhewassimpleafterall.EvenSeptaMordanewashelplessbeforehim;whenhesanghislittlesongabouttheHighSepton,shelaughedsohardshespilledwineonherself.

           AndJoffreywasthesoulofcourtesy.

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