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Sansa

           "Ahalltodiein,andmentoburyme.Ithankyou,mylords...butIspituponyourpity."Hereachedupandundidtheclaspsthatheldhiscloakinplace,andtheheavywhitegarmentslitheredfromhisshoulderstofallinaheaponthefloor.Hishelmetdroppedwithaclang."Iamaknight,"hetoldthem.Heopenedthesilverfasteningsofhisbreastplateandletthatfallaswell."Ishalldieaknight."

           "Anakedknight,itwouldseem,"quippedLittlefinger.

           Theyalllaughedthen,Joffreyonhisthrone,andthelordsstandingattendance,JanosSlyntandQueenCerseiandSandorCleganeandeventheothermenoftheKingsguard,thefivewhohadbeenhisbrothersuntilamomentago.Surelythatmusthavehurtthemost,Sansathought.Herheartwentouttothegallantoldmanashestoodshamedandred-faced,tooangrytospeak.Finallyhedrewhissword.

           Sansaheardsomeonegasp.SerBorosandSerMerynmovedforwardtoconfronthim,butSerBarristanfrozetheminplacewithalookthatdrippedcontempt."Havenofear,sers,yourkingissafe...nothankstoyou.Evennow,Icouldcutthroughthefiveofyouaseasyasadaggercutscheese.IfyouwouldserveundertheKingslayer,notaoneofyouisfittowearthewhite."HeflunghisswordatthefootoftheIronThrone."Here,boy.Meltitdownandaddittotheothers,ifyoulike.Itwilldoyoumoregoodthantheswordsinthehandsofthesefive.PerhapsLordStanniswillchancetositonitwhenhetakesyourthrone."

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