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Sansa

           FinallySerDontostheRedgaveitupforabadjob,satdowninthedirt,andremovedhisplumedhelm."Ilose,"heshouted."Fetchmesomewine."

           Thekingstood."Acaskfromthecellars!I’llseehimdrownedinit."

           Sansaheardherselfgasp."No,youcan’t."

           Joffreyturnedhishead."Whatdidyousay?"

           Sansacouldnotbelieveshehadspoken.Wasshemad?Totellhimnoinfrontofhalfthecourt?Shehadn’tmeanttosayanything,only...SerDontoswasdrunkandsillyanduseless,buthemeantnoharm.

           "DidyousayIcan’t?Didyou?"

           "Please,"Sansasaid,"Ionlymeant...itwouldbeill-luck,YourGrace...to,tokillamanonyournameday."

           "You’relying,"Joffreysaid."Ioughttodrownyouwithhim,ifyoucareforhimsomuch."

           "Idon’tcareforhim,YourGrace."Thewordstumbledoutdesperately."Drownhimorhavehisheadoff,only...killhimonthemorrow,ifyoulike,butplease...nottoday,notonyournameday.Icouldn’tbearforyoutohaveill-luck...terribleluck,evenforkings,thesingersallsayso..."

           Joffreyscowled.Heknewshewaslying,shecouldseeit.Hewouldmakeherbleedforthis.

           "Thegirlspeakstruly,"theHoundrasped."Whatamansowsonhisnameday,hereapsthroughouttheyear."Hisvoicewasflat,asifhedidnotcareawhitwhetherthekingbelievedhimorno.

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