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Sansa

           

           GentleMother,strengthofwomen,helpourdaughtersthroughthisfray,soothethewrathandtamethefury,teachusallakinderway.

           Shehadforgottentheotherverses.Whenhervoicetrailedoff,shefearedhemightkillher,butafteramomenttheHoundtookthebladefromherthroat,neverspeaking.

           Someinstinctmadeherliftherhandandcuphischeekwithherfingers.Theroomwastoodarkforhertoseehim,butshecouldfeelthestickinessoftheblood,andawetnessthatwasnotblood."Littlebird,"hesaidoncemore,hisvoicerawandharshassteelonstone.Thenherosefromthebed.Sansaheardclothripping,followedbythesoftersoundofretreatingfootsteps.

           Whenshecrawledoutofbed,longmomentslater,shewasalone.Shefoundhiscloakonthefloor,twisteduptight,thewhitewoolstainedbybloodandfire.Theskyoutsidewasdarkerbythen,withonlyafewpalegreenghostsdancingagainstthestars.Achillwindwasblowing,bangingtheshutters.Sansawascold.Sheshookoutthetorncloakandhuddledbeneathitonthefloor,shivering.

           Howlongshestayedthereshecouldnothavesaid,butafteratimesheheardabellringing,faroffacrossthecity.Thesoundwasadeep-throatedbronzebooming,comingfasterwitheachknell.Sansawaswonderingwhatitmightmeanwhenasecondbelljoinedin,andathird,theirvoicescallingacrossthehillsandhollows,thealleysandtowers,toeverycornerofKing’sLanding.

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