Игра престолов

Sansa

           YouthinkGregordidn’tnoticethat?YouthinkSerGregor’slancerodeupbychance,doyou?Prettylittletalkinggirl,youbelievethat,you’reempty-headedasabirdfortrue.Gregor’slancegoeswhereGregorwantsittogo.Lookatme.Lookatme!"SandorCleganeputahugehandunderherchinandforcedherfaceup.Hesquattedinfrontofher,andmovedthetorchclose."There’saprettyforyou.Takeagoodlongstare.Youknowyouwantto.I’vewatchedyouturningawayallthewaydownthekingsroad.Pissonthat.Takeyourlook."

           Hisfingersheldherjawashardasanirontrap.Hiseyeswatchedhers.Drunkeneyes,sullenwithanger.Shehadtolook.

           Therightsideofhisfacewasgaunt,withsharpcheekbonesandagreyeyebeneathaheavybrow.Hisnosewaslargeandhooked,hishairthin,dark.Heworeitlongandbrusheditsideways,becausenohairgrewontheothersideofthatface.

           Theleftsideofhisfacewasaruin.Hisearhadbeenburnedaway;therewasnothingleftbutahole.Hiseyewasstillgood,butallarounditwasatwistedmassofscar,slickblackfleshhardasleather,pockedwithcratersandfissuredbydeepcracksthatgleamedredandwetwhenhemoved.Downbyhisjaw,youcouldseeahintofbonewherethefleshhadbeensearedaway.

           Sansabegantocry.Heletgoofherthen,andsnuffedoutthetorchinthedirt."Noprettywordsforthat,girl?Nolittlecomplimenttheseptataughtyou?"Whentherewasnoanswer,hecontinued."Mostofthem,theythinkitwassomebattle.Asiege,aburningtower,anenemywithatorch.

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