Sansa

           Theyhadbeensingingintheseptallmorning,sincethefirstreportofenemysailshadreachedthecastle.Thesoundoftheirvoicesmingledwiththewhickerofhorses,theclankofsteel,andthegroaninghingesofthegreatbronzegatestomakeastrangeandfearfulmusic.InthesepttheysingfortheMother’smercybutonthewallsit’stheWarriortheyprayto,andallinsilence.SherememberedhowSeptaMordaneusedtotellthemthattheWarriorandtheMotherwereonlytwofacesofthesamegreatgod.Butifthereisonlyone,whoseprayerswillbeheard?

           SerMerynTrantheldthebloodbayforJoffreytomount.Boyandhorsealikeworegildedmailandenameledcrimsonplate,withmatchinggoldenlionsontheirheads.ThepalesunlightflashedoffthegoldsandredseverytimeJoffmoved.Bright,shining,andempty,Sansathought.

           TheImpwasmountedonaredstallion,armoredmoreplainlythanthekinginbattlegearthatmadehimlooklikealittleboydressedupinhisfather’sclothes.Buttherewasnothingchildishaboutthebattle-axeslungbelowhisshield.SerMandonMoorerodeathisside,whitesteelicy-bright.WhenTyrionsawherheturnedhishorseherway."LadySansa,"hecalledfromthesaddle,"surelymysisterhasaskedyoutojointheotherhighbornladiesinMaegor’s?"

           "Shehas,mylord,butKingJoffreysentformetoseehimoff.Imeantovisittheseptaswell,topray."

           "Iwon’taskforwhom."

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