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Sansa

           

           Clegane’svoicewasthickwithcontempt."Wouldn’tbeworththebotherofarmingmyself.Thisisatournamentofgnats."

           Thekinglaughed."Mydoghasafiercebark.PerhapsIshouldcommandhimtofighttheday’schampion.Tothedeath."Joffreywasfondofmakingmenfighttothedeath.

           "You’dbeoneknightthepoorer."TheHoundhadnevertakenaknight’svows.Hisbrotherwasaknight,andhehatedhisbrother.

           Ablareoftrumpetssounded.ThekingsettledbackinhisseatandtookSansa’shand.Oncethatwouldhavesetherhearttopounding,butthatwasbeforehehadansweredherpleaformercybypresentingherwithherfather’shead.Histouchfilledherwithrevulsionnow,butsheknewbetterthantoshowit.Shemadeherselfsitverystill.

           "SerMerynTrantoftheKingsguard,"aheraldcalled.

           SerMerynenteredfromthewestsideoftheyard,cladingleamingwhiteplatechasedwithgoldandmountedonamilk-whitechargerwithaflowinggreymane.Hiscloakstreamedbehindhimlikeafieldofsnow.Hecarriedatwelve-footlance.

           "SerHobberofHouseRedwyne,oftheArbor,"theheraldsang.SerHobbertrottedinfromtheeast,ridingablackstallioncaparisonedinburgundyandblue.Hislancewasstripedinthesamecolors,andhisshieldborethegrapeclustersigilofhisHouse.TheRedwynetwinswerethequeen’sunwillingguests,evenasSansawas.

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