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Sansa

           

           Thebloodmaskedtheworstofhisscars,buthiseyeswerewhiteandwideandterrifying.Theburntcornerofhismouthtwitchedandtwitchedagain.Sansacouldsmellhim;astinkofsweatandsourwineandstalevomit,andoveritallthereekofblood,blood,blood.

           "Icouldkeepyousafe,"herasped."They’reallafraidofme.Noonewouldhurtyouagain,orI’dkillthem."Heyankedhercloser,andforamomentshethoughthemeanttokissher.Hewastoostrongtofight.Sheclosedhereyes,wantingittobeover,butnothinghappened."Stillcan’tbeartolook,canyou?"sheheardhimsay.Hegaveherarmahardwrench,pullingheraroundandshovingherdownontothebed."I’llhavethatsong.FlorianandJonquil,yousaid."Hisdaggerwasout,poisedatherthroat."Sing,littlebird.Singforyourlittlelife."

           Herthroatwasdryandtightwithfear,andeverysongshehadeverknownhadfledfromhermind.Pleasedon’tkillme,shewantedtoscream,pleasedon’t.Shecouldfeelhimtwistingthepoint,pushingitintoherthroat,andshealmostclosedhereyesagain,butthensheremembered.ItwasnotthesongofFlorianandJonquil,butitwasasong.Hervoicesoundedsmallandthinandtremulousinherears.

           GentleMother,fontofmercy,saveoursonsfromwar,wepray,staytheswordsandstaythearrows,letthemknowabetterday.

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