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Sansa

           

           Intheirmidst,ridingonatallredhorseinastrangehighsaddlethatcradledhimbackandfront,wasthequeen’sdwarfbrotherTyrionLannister,theonetheycalledtheImp.Hehadlethisbeardgrowtocoverhispushed-inface,untilitwasabristlytangleofyellowandblackhair,coarseaswire.Downhisbackflowedashadowskincloak,blackfurstripedwithwhite.Heheldthereinsinhislefthandandcarriedhisrightarminawhitesilksling,butotherwiselookedasgrotesqueasSansarememberedfromwhenhehadvisitedWinterfell.Withhisbulgingbrowandmismatchedeyes,hewasstilltheugliestmanshehadeverchancedtolookupon.

           YetTommenputhisspursintohisponyandgallopedheadlongacrosstheyard,shoutingwithglee.Oneofthesavages,ahugeshamblingmansohairythathisfacewasallbutlostbeneathhiswhiskers,scoopedtheboyoutofhissaddle,armorandall,anddepositedhimonthegroundbesidehisuncle.Tommen’sbreathlesslaughterechoedoffthewallsasTyrionclappedhimonthebackplate,andSansawasstartledtoseethatthetwowereofaheight.Myrcellacamerunningafterherbrother,andthedwarfpickedherupbythewaistandspunherinacircle,squealing.

           Whenheloweredherbacktotheground,thelittlemankissedherlightlyonthebrowandcamewaddlingacrosstheyardtowardJoffrey.

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