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Sansa

           Splendidashelooked,theoldmanmadeapoorcontestofit.Joffreycurledhislip."Thisisafeebleshow."

           "Iwarnedyou,"saidtheHound."Gnats."

           Thekingwasgrowingbored.ItmadeSansaanxious.Sheloweredhereyesandresolvedtokeepquiet,nomatterwhat.WhenJoffreyBaratheon’smooddarkened,anychancewordmightsetoffoneofhisrages.

           "LothorBrune,freeriderintheserviceofLordBaelish,"criedtheherald."SerDontostheRed,ofHouseHollard."

           Thefreerider,asmallmanindentedplatewithoutdevice,dulyappearedatthewestendoftheyard,butofhisopponenttherewasnosign.Finallyachestnutstalliontrottedintoviewinaswirlofcrimsonandscarletsilks,butSerDontoswasnotonit.Theknightappearedamomentlater,cursingandstaggering,cladinbreastplateandplumedhelmandnothingelse.Hislegswerepaleandskinny,andhismanhoodfloppedaboutobscenelyashechasedafterhishorse.Thewatchersroaredandshoutedinsults.Catchinghishorsebythebridle,SerDontostriedtomount,buttheanimalwouldnotstandstillandtheknightwassodrunkthathisbarefootkeptmissingthestirrup.

           Bythenthecrowdwashowlingwithlaughter...allbuttheking.JoffreyhadalookinhiseyesthatSansarememberedwell,thesamelookhe’dhadattheGreatSeptofBaelorthedayhepronounceddeathonLordEddardStark.

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