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Sansa

           

           Someservinggirlstookchargeofher,mouthingmeaninglesscomfortstostophershaking.Onestrippedofftheruinsofhergownandsmallclothes,andanotherbathedherandwashedthestickyjuicefromherfaceandherhair.Astheyscrubbedherdownwithsoapandsluicedwarmwateroverherhead,allshecouldseewerethefacesfromthebailey.Knightsaresworntodefendtheweak,protectwomen,andfightfortheright,butnoneofthemdidathing.OnlySerDontoshadtriedtohelp,andhewasnolongeraknight,nomorethantheImpwas,northeHound...theHoundhatedknights...Ihatethemtoo,Sansathought.Theyarenotrueknights,notoneofthem.

           Aftershewasclean,plumpginger-headedMaesterFrenkencametoseeher.Hebidherliefacedownonthemattresswhilehespreadasalveacrosstheangryredweltsthatcoveredthebacksofherlegs.Afterwardhemixedheradraughtofdreamwine,withsomehoneysoitmightgodowneasier."Sleepabit,child.Whenyouwake,allthiswillseemabaddream."

           Noitwon’t,youstupidman,Sansathought,butshedrankthedreamwineanyway,andslept.

           Itwasdarkwhenshewokeagain,notquiteknowingwhereshewas,theroombothstrangeandstrangelyfamiliar.Assherose,astabofpainwentthroughherlegsandbroughtitallback.Tearsfilledhereyes.Someonehadlaidoutarobeforherbesidethebed.Sansaslippeditonandopenedthedoor.

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