Sansa

           Thetorchesshimmeredbrightlyagainstthehammeredmetalofthewallsconces,fillingtheQueen’sBallroomwithsilverylight.Yettherewasstilldarknessinthathall.SansacouldseeitinthepaleeyesofSerIlynPayne,whostoodbythebackdoorstillasstone,takingneitherfoodnorwine.ShecouldhearitinLordGyles’srackingcough,andthewhisperedvoiceofOsneyKettleblackwhenheslippedintobringCerseithetidings.

           Sansawasfinishingherbrothwhenhecamethefirsttime,enteringthroughtheback.SheglimpsedhimtalkingtohisbrotherOsfryd.Thenheclimbedthedaisandkneltbesidethehighseat,smellingofhorse,fourlongthinscratchesonhischeekcrustedwithscabs,hishairfallingdownpasthiscollarandintohiseyes.Forallhiswhispering,Sansacouldnothelpbuthear."Thefleetsarelockedinbattle.Somearchersgotashore,buttheHound’scutthemtopieces,Y’Grace.Yourbrother’sraisinghischain,Iheardthesignal.SomedrunkardsdowntoFleaBottomaresmashingdoorsandclimbingthroughwindows.LordBywater’ssentthegoldcloakstodealwiththem.Baelor’sSeptisjammedfull,everyonepraying."

           "Andmyson?"

           "ThekingwenttoBaelor’stogettheHighSepton’sblessing.Nowhe’swalkingthewallswiththeHand,tellingthementobebrave,liftingtheirspiritsasitwere."

           Cerseibeckonedtoherpageforanothercupofwine,agoldenvintagefromtheArbor,fruityandrich.

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