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Sansa

           Ayellowcatwasdyingontheground,mewlingpiteously,acrossbowquarrelthroughitsribs.Sansasteppedaroundit,feelingill.

           SerDontosapproachedonhisbroomstickhorse;sincehe’dbeentoodrunktomounthisdestrieratthetourney,thekinghaddecreedthathenceforthhemustalwaysgohorsed."Bebrave,"hewhispered,squeezingherarm.

           Joffreystoodinthecenterofthethrong,windinganornatecrossbow.SerBorosandSerMerynwerewithhim.Thesightofthemwasenoughtotieherinsidesinknots.

           "YourGrace."Shefelltoherknees.

           "Kneelingwon’tsaveyounow,"thekingsaid."Standup.You’reheretoanswerforyourbrother’slatesttreasons."

           "YourGrace,whatevermytraitorbrotherhasdone,Ihadnopart.Youknowthat,Ibegyou,please"

           "Getherup!"

           TheHoundpulledhertoherfeet,notungently.

           "SerLancel,"Joffsaid,"tellherofthisoutrage."

           SansahadalwaysthoughtLancelLannistercomelyandwellspoken,buttherewasneitherpitynorkindnessinthelookhegaveher."Usingsomevilesorcery,yourbrotherfelluponSerStaffordLannisterwithanarmyofwargs,notthreedays’ridefromLannisport.Thousandsofgoodmenwerebutcheredastheyslept,withoutthechancetoliftsword.Aftertheslaughter,thenorthmenfeastedonthefleshoftheslain."

           HorrorcoiledcoldhandsaroundSansa’sthroat.

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