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Sansa

           

           Sheflewalongtheriverwalk,pastthesmallkitchen,andthroughthepigyard,herhurriedfootstepslostbeneaththesquealingofthehogsintheirpens.Home,shethought,home,heisgoingtotakemehome,he’llkeepmesafe,myFlorian.ThesongsaboutFlorianandJonquilwereherveryfavorites.Florianwashomelytoo,thoughnotsoold.

           Shewasracingheadlongdowntheserpentinestepswhenamanlurchedoutofahiddendoorway.Sansacaromedintohimandlostherbalance.Ironfingerscaughtherbythewristbeforeshecouldfall,andadeepvoiceraspedather."It’salongrolldowntheserpentine,littlebird.Wanttokillusboth?"Hislaughterwasroughasasawonstone."Maybeyoudo."

           TheHound."No,mylord,pardons,I’dnever."Sansaavertedhereyesbutitwastoolate,he’dseenherface."Please,you’rehurtingme."Shetriedtowrigglefree.

           "Andwhat’sJoff’slittlebirddoingflyingdowntheserpentineintheblackofnight?"Whenshedidnotanswer,heshookher."Wherewereyou?"

           "Theg-g-godswood,mylord,"shesaid,notdaringtolie."Praying...prayingformyfather,and...fortheking,prayingthathe’dnotbehurt."

           "ThinkI’msodrunkthatI’dbelievethat?"Heletgohisgriponherarm,swayingslightlyashestood,stripesoflightanddarknessfallingacrosshisterribleburntface."Youlookalmostawoman...face,teats,andyou’retallertoo,almost...

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